The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The shop smelled of beeswax and old varnish. It was a scent that settled into the pores, a heavy, golden fog that claimed the space as its own. Silas Thorne sat at the workbench, his back curved like a question mark. He was old. Not merely advanced in years, but worn down to the bone, his skin a topography of maps he no longer needed to read. His hands were the tools. They were gnarled,...

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