The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was always the same, a static loop of wet wool and the scent of lavender water that had long since faded from their small house in Harrowgate, where Elara’s hand, pale and trembling, clutched a folded square of paper so tight the creases had worn through the skin, her eyes wide with a terror that Arthur Vane could not name, not then, not until the whistle shrieked across the yard, a...

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