The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The letter lay on the cold iron table, its paper thin as onion skin, the ink already fading into the grey light of the basement. Elias read the words three times, his fingers hovering over the signature line, the pen in his hand heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with the brass. He was fourteen, small for his age, with a face that looked older because it had spent more hours in this...

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