The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The steam from the radiator hissed like a dying animal, a thin, metallic wail that cut through the heavy, humid air of the municipal archive room, a space that smelled of decaying paper, wet wool, and the distinct, coppery scent of old blood, a smell that Maren had come to associate with the very fabric of her existence, the way the ink bled into the fibers of the ledger books, a slow,...

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