The Wistful Saga
The name came through the dry, dusty air of the reading room not as a word, but as a summons, heavy and final, like the closing of a vault door. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger, his neck stiff, the weight of the open book pressing against his wrists, and saw Director Halloway standing in the doorway, flanked by the silence of the empty hall. It was three years since Mara had died, three...
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