The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the tin roof of the warehouse like a handful of gravel. It was a cold, gray Tuesday in November, the kind of day that settles into the bones. Elias Thorne sat on a crate of unsold apples. The crate was splintered. One leg was missing. The apples were bruised, soft, turning brown at the edges. He watched them. They looked like his face. His partner, Miller, stood by the door. He...

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