The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The frost bit at the glass. I pressed my forehead against the cold pane. The breath I exhaled was a ghost, thin and white, vanishing before it could touch the wood. Inside, the silence was heavy. It had weight. It pressed against my ribs. I checked the time. 0400. The shift was beginning. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a senior patrol officer in the town of Oakhaven. Or I was. The past tense is...

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