The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain against the windowpane did not sound like water, but like the steady, grinding whine of a millstone turning on its axis, a mechanical sigh that filled the small, cramped office of the Municipal Sanitation Bureau with a damp, industrial gloom. I sat hunched over the heavy oak desk, the wood warped by decades of humidity and neglect, staring at the brass astrolabe that sat before me. It...

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