The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Vane. The syllable hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig, spoken by Mr. Thorne with the weary precision of a man who had spent forty years sorting other people’s lives into neat, dusty piles. I stood up from my desk in the St. Jude’s Municipal Library, my knees popping audibly in the silence of the reading room, and looked at the man who had been my mentor since I was a boy with ink-stained...

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