The Wistful Saga
The first tremor in the foundation stones of the Imperial Exchange did not arrive as a sound, but as a vibration that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his teeth, a sub-audible hum that synchronized with the rhythmic clanging of the pile drivers and the rising tide of insolvency that had swallowed the city’s laborers whole. Elias, forty years old and already a legend for his rigid, unyielding...
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