The Wistful Saga
The scream starts at ten feet. It is not a sound you hear with your ears so much as a pressure behind the eyes, a wet tearing of fabric that exists only in the space between your skull and the air. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a constable in Oakhaven, and you want your pension. You want the quiet life, the small house with the white picket fence, the respect of the men who drink with you...
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