The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Elias, come here. The voice came from the top of the stairs, thin and stretched by the damp air that hung in the basement of the Whitmore Textile Mill. Elias did not move. He sat on the cold concrete floor, his back against the leg of a loom, listening to the hum. It was not a sound the ears caught first; it was a vibration that started in the fillings of his teeth and traveled down to his...

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