The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

You can’t wash it out, Astrid. The iron stays. Halloway said it without looking up from his ledger, his pen scratching a dry, rhythmic line against the paper. I stood in the doorway of the municipal archive, my fingers still damp from the basin of cold water, the smell of rust clinging to my skin like a second layer of grime. We were three days into the sirocco, the air so dry it cracked the...

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