The Wistful Saga
The chisel slipped, catching the grain of the oak, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up his wrist, a dull ache that mirrored the one behind his eyes. He looked up from the workbench, where the half-finished table leg lay splintered, and met the gaze of the Guild Master, a man whose face was as unyielding as the ledger he held. "You understand, Mr. Thorne, that this is a matter of...
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