The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a grey, ceaseless membrane drawn across the world, blurring the line between the wet cobblestones and the sky above the barracks, a place where time seemed to have pooled and stagnated in the deep, moss-eaten corners of the courtyard. Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold, damp brick of the guardhouse, his fingers drumming a nervous,...

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