The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

1912, October. The chalk dust is in my lungs. It tastes of iron and old paper. I am thirty-two years old, a junior clerk at the Ashworth Foundry, and I have one week to secure my promotion. The opposing force is not a man. It is the Grey Path. It lies in the basement, a seam of fog that shifts when I blink. I believe I can conquer it by mapping its exact coordinates. If I can pin it down, I can...

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