The Wistful Saga
Act I "You will sign the waiver, or you will leave the workshop with nothing but your coat." The stationmaster’s voice was dry, like sandpaper on old pine. Tauno Makela looked at the man, then at the document on the desk, a thin sheet of paper that smelled of ink and cold tea. It was a contract for the repair of the parish bell, a job that would clear the debt his father had left behind. The...
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