The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream had no ceiling, only a low, humming pressure in the air, like the static charge before a thunderstorm that never breaks. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of a room that felt too large for its contents, the walls lined with filing cabinets that stretched into a grey, infinite fog. He was holding a single card, its edges soft and worn from handling. The ink on the card was black, but...

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