The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Thomas. The voice cut through the steam, sharp and dry. I looked up from the wringer, my hands slick with suds and grease, and saw Halloway standing in the doorway of the basement. He wore his grey uniform, the buttons polished to a dull shine, and his face was the color of the linoleum beneath his feet. Behind him, the day shift had already gone, leaving the heavy iron door to clang shut with...

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