The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the boundary between the heath and the sky, and in that suspended world, Elias Thorne pressed his face against the cold, wet iron of the boundary stone, his breath fogging the air in short, desperate bursts that smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of blood. He was a man who had spent thirty years...

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