The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The workshop was cold, the kind of cold that settled in the bones before the skin even knew it. Elias Thorne sat on a splintered stool, his hands wrapped around a shard of black obsidian no larger than a playing card. It was warm to the touch, which was wrong. In the glass, his wife Mara’s face stared back at him, not as she was now, pale and hollowed by the lung-rot, but as she had been three...

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