The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The roast beef was overcooked, the wine too thin, and the laughter in the great hall of Blackwood Manor sounded like tearing canvas. I sat at the head of the table, my constable’s tunic buttoned to the throat, watching Julian Ashworth pick at his food with the disinterest of a man who has forgotten how to chew. I am Silas Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have served this house for twelve...

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