The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The champagne tasted like metal on my tongue. I stood by the marble pillar, watching the chandelier reflect in the polished brass of the ceremonial sash draped across my chest. The fabric was heavy, a deep burgundy velvet that felt less like an honor and more like a noose tightening around my ribs. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior customs inspector with twenty years of service and a...

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