The Wistful Saga
The rain in Ashworth did not wash the city clean; it merely rearranged the grime, slicking the cobblestones of Ironside Street until they shone with the oily sheen of the tanneries that lined the riverbank. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Municipal Sanitation Office, his hand resting on the brass knob, feeling the familiar, treacherous flutter of his heart against his ribs, a...
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