The Wistful Saga

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2026-08-17 11:24:46 -

The Wistful Saga

The feast is loud. Too loud. You sit at the long table in the Guild Hall, the oak scarred by centuries of elbows and spilled ale. The air smells of roasted pork, stale beer, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. You are not supposed to be here. You are a clerk. A scribe. You count coins for the Magistrate. You do not drink. You do not laugh. But tonight, the wine is red as a fresh wound, and...

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