The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dampness in the infirmary of St. Jude’s Guildhall did not smell of sickness, but of old stone and wet wool, a pervasive chill that settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat hunched over a massive oak table, his fingers, permanently stained black to the cuticles with iron-gall ink, trembling as he attempted to align the columns of the city’s tax ledgers. Elias was thirty-two, a...

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