The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ink in my pen had dried to a black crust, and I scraped it with a thumbnail, watching the flakes fall onto the white blotter like dead skin. It is a small thing, a clerk’s small thing, but it marks the beginning of the end. I am Elara, thirty years old, and I have spent the last three days in the municipal archive, a room that smells of dust and old paper, trying to prove that my father was...

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