The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bone was cold. Elias Thorne held it in his right hand, the jagged end digging into the palm until the skin whitened. It was a fragment of something old, pulled from the attic floorboards during the last repair. He gripped it tighter, the pain a sharp anchor in the fog of his breath. The air in the room was thin, stale with dust and the smell of damp wool. His lungs hitched, a dry rattle...

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