The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The soup was cold. Elias stirred it. The spoon clinked against the ceramic. A dull, rhythmic sound. It echoed in the small, damp room. He was a man of the law. Or he had been. Now he was a man with a tin cup and a headache. The soup was his only possession. His only anchor. He held the cup with both hands. The heat was fading. The wear was visible. The glaze was chipped near the rim. A white...

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