The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The air in the High Court of Appeals did not smell of justice, but of wet wool and old varnish, a scent that clung to the velvet robes of the Justices and seeped into the pores of everyone who waited for judgment. Elias Thorne sat in the gallery, his back straight, his hands resting on his knees as if they were made of stone, watching the proceedings with a stillness that seemed to repel the...

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