The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream always began with the smell of wet earth, though Clara Vane had not touched soil since her father’s burial three years prior. In the dream, her hands were not flesh but malleable clay, soft and cold, shaping themselves into ledgers that dissolved before she could read them. She woke in her narrow bedsit in Whitechapel, the gaslight hissing in its brass cage, her fingers stiff and...

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