The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The iron pill bottle was cold, heavier than its size suggested, and Elias Thorne held it in his left hand while he signed the requisition form for his pension. The ink was wet, dark against the cheap municipal paper, and the room smelled of damp wool and old tobacco. He was forty years old, and his back ached with a dull, persistent throb that had nothing to do with the chair and everything to...

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