The Wistful Saga
The iridescence of the new paving stones in the central plaza did not reflect the morning sun so much as it seemed to absorb it, a deep, oily shimmer that pulsed with a frequency Elias Thorne felt in his teeth rather than saw with his eyes, a sensation that was less visual and more visceral, like the hum of a high-voltage line running through the marrow of his skull. He stood at the window of...
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