The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The vial is cold in your hand, the glass sweating a faint condensation that smells of camphor and iron. You stand in the kitchen, the linoleum peeling at the corners, while your father stands by the stove, his back to you, scrubbing a pot with a wire brush. The sound is a harsh, rhythmic scraping, a mechanical grinding that seems to vibrate through the floorboards and into your bones. "Put that...

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