The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog did not roll in so much as it rose, a slow exhalation from the black earth of the northern ridge that swallowed the world in a grey, tasteless silence. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the patrol station, his boots sinking into the mud, watching the headstones of the previous shift disappear one by one into the mist. He was thirty-four, with hands roughened by twenty years of service,...

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