The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and made the windows of the municipal building look like weeping eyes. Inside, the air was stale, recycled through vents that hummed with a low, persistent drone, a sound that seemed to drill into the base of the skull. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a small island of beige laminate in a sea...

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