The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in London did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Whitechapel alleyways into black mirrors that reflected nothing but the damp and the dying. Elias Thorne sat in the narrow, wood-paneled office of the City Magistrate’s office, his back rigid against the worn leather of the chair. He was a small man, unremarkable in every way save for...

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