The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in 1912 did not wash the soot from the streets of Blackwood; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of black mud that reflected the grey, unyielding sky. Arthur Vane walked through this slurry, his boots heavy with the wet, his mind fixed on the singular, burning need that had consumed him for three months: a transfer to the administrative office. It was...

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