The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The pencil snapped against the slate, the graphite tip shaving a thin white curl onto the dirt. Arthur Vane did not pick it up. He pressed his ear closer to the cracked earth, the cold seeping through the leather sole of his boot, and listened. The hum was there again. Low, rhythmic, vibrating in the fillings of his back teeth. It sounded like a machine that had been running for a hundred years...

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