The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The weight of the silence in the outpost was four hours and forty minutes. I counted the seconds in the tick of the radiator, a dry, metallic clicking that seemed to hollow out the walls. Outside, the wind scoured the pine needles into sharp ridges, but inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of old wool and cold coffee. I was Elias Thorne, and I had served this border for twenty...

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