The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

March 14, 1998 I held the glass vial in my palm, feeling its cold weight against the skin, the liquid inside perfectly still and clear as distilled water. It was a small thing, no larger than a thumb, yet it seemed to anchor the entire room, pulling my attention down into the quiet darkness of my kitchen. I woke before the alarm, my body stiff with the residue of the dream where Clara was...

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