The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train rattled across the bridge, a sound like dry bones clicking together in the dark. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the carriage, his fingers resting on the cold steel of his cane. He was not a man who traveled for pleasure. He traveled because his hands demanded it. The skin on his palms had begun to peel, a fine, translucent parchment that let the light through in strange, ghostly...

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