The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The vial was cold, the glass sweating a thin layer of condensation that smelled of iron and old pennies. Elias Thorne held it up to the harsh gaslight of the Blackwood Asylum corridor, his knuckles white, the liquid inside a pale, viscous grey that seemed to pull itself against the glass. He was thirty years old, though he felt a hundred, his bones aching with a hollowed-out weariness that no...

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