The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was thick. It coated the roof of my mouth. My hands were red. Not the bright red of blood. The dark red of dried rust. I looked at them. They were stained to the wrist. I tried to wash them. The water ran black. Then brown. Then clear. I dried them on my apron. The cloth was stiff. It smelled of ash. And old paper. I am Elias Thorne. I work in the...

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