The Wistful Saga
Chapter One Manuel Molina, thirty-two and the owner of a failing line cook’s stall in the olive belt, left the damp city of Vellum with a cough that tasted of rust. He clutched his late wife’s silver brooch, which hummed with a cold static only he could feel, against his chest as he walked toward the capital to secure a university chair. The desire to prove his intellect supersedes his failing...
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