The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The floorboards of the Blackwood Mill did not merely creak; they groaned with a wet, rhythmic pulse that Arthur Vane felt in the marrow of his shin bones, a sensation as intimate and undeniable as a lover’s breath against the back of his neck. He stood in the center of the ledger room, the air thick with the smell of iron filings and stale coal smoke, his forty-year-old hands trembling not from...

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