The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in the City of Glass did not fall; it hovered, a suspended mist of silver droplets that caught the light from the floating spires and refracted it into a thousand cold, sharp colors. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the Ninth Tier, his fingers wrapped tightly around a small, jagged shard of obsidian. It was a fragment of the Mirror, the great central pane that had shattered three days...

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