The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast was loud. It was a roar of silverware and low, slurred laughter. We sat in a hall that did not exist on any map I had ever seen. The walls were made of glass, but not clear glass. They were thick and dark, like smoked quartz. Through them, I saw the sky. It was a deep, bruised purple. It pulsed slowly. A heartbeat. My name is Elias. I am a man who carries a badge. Or I did. Here, the...

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