The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The crystal decanter sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy and cold, the liquid inside trembling slightly with the vibration of the room. He was forty-five, a sergeant who had spent three decades learning to hold his hands still, and now he held the glass with the same rigid precision that had defined his career. The banquet hall of the 4th Battalion was a cavern of gold leaf and low, humming...

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