The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was always the same. It began with the smell of ozone and wet coal dust. It ended with the sound of glass shattering. Elias Thorne opened his eyes in the dark. The room smelled of stale tea and old paper. He lay still. His heart beat a slow, heavy rhythm against his ribs. He knew the dream. He had lived it a thousand times. In the dream, he was not a man in a bed. He was a figure in a...

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