The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The paper was damp. It smelled of wet ash and old ink, a scent that clung to my coat long after I had left the waste bin in the basement of Blackwood Mill. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, senior inspector of weights and measures. Three days ago, a junior clerk named Arthur fell from the catwalk. It was an accident, the inquest ruled. A slip of the foot. But Mr. Vane, the owner, looked...

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