The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fire took the library first. I watched the books burn. Not with sorrow, but with the cold, sharp clarity of a man watching his own bones break. The smoke was thick, a living thing that crawled across the floorboards, smelling of old paper and wet ash. It smelled like my childhood. It smelled like the end. I am an archivist. I have spent forty years cataloguing the sins of the rich. My name...

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