The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The air in the archive smelled of damp rot and old ink, a scent that had long since seeped into the fibers of Elias Thorne’s wool coat. He sat alone at his desk, the only light source a single tallow candle that flickered against the gloom of the vault, casting long, dancing shadows across the shelves of confiscated manuscripts. Outside, the distant thud of artillery shells against the city’s...

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