The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream always began with the smell of wet wool and iron, a scent so pervasive it seemed to coat the back of my throat before I even opened my eyes. I stood in the Silent Ward, a sub-basement archive in the Ministry of Internal Records where the air was thin and the silence was not an absence of sound but a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old,...

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