The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The night train to Oakhaven smelled of wet wool and rust. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees pressed together to hide the tremor in his left hand. The tremor was a new thing, a subtle vibration like a wire under tension, and he ignored it with the same stubbornness he applied to the law. He was forty years old, a man who had spent two decades enforcing the...

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