The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

"Put it in the trench, Thorne. Now." Sergeant Miller’s voice was flat, stripped of anything resembling sympathy. He stood by the foundation of the new iron gate, his hands tucked into the pockets of his wool coat, watching the frost bite into the fresh concrete. I held the silver locket in my left hand. It was cold, not the cold of metal left in the snow, but a deep, living chill that seeped...

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