The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast was a riot of silver and shadow. Candlelight trembled in the grand hall of the Ashworth estate. It was a city of glass and iron, though the season was indeterminate. Winter or late autumn. The air tasted of wet stone and old wine. Margaret stood at the edge of the room. She held a crystal glass. Her fingers were white. She was a detective of the invisible. She hunted ghosts in the...

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