The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ink in my quill bled into the parchment not because the paper was wet, but because the air in the clinic had grown too heavy to hold the weight of what I was writing, a static pressure that made the hairs on my arms stand up and the silver needle in my pocket hum against my thigh. I was forty-two, a scholar of anatomy who had spent the last decade trying to quantify the soul, and I sat in...

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