The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog rolled in from the estuary, thick as wool and gray as ash. It swallowed the docks, the cranes, the skeletal remains of the old ironworks. I stood on the edge of the pier, watching the water turn to milk. The wind bit at my cheeks, cold and sharp. I had been here for three days. Three days of silence. Three days of waiting. My name is Elias. I am a man who has left everything behind. The...

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