The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The snow in the Blackwood Range did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray mist that turned the pines into skeletal fingers reaching for a sky that had forgotten how to clear. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his breath pluming in sharp, violent bursts against the cold, his eyes fixed on the saloon door where the only light in the district flickered behind the glass. He...

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