The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

October 14, 1893 The iron key sat in my palm, cold and heavy, a dead weight that promised everything and nothing. I stood in the doorway of the archive, the smell of coal dust and rotting paper thick in my throat, while Lord Ashworth leaned against the frame behind me. His face was a mask of polite indifference, a thin layer of paint over the rot of thirty years’ service. I wanted the deed. I...

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