The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The road broke the world in half. I walked on the western edge. The grass was high. It whispered. My sister, Elara, walked ahead. She carried the box. The box was heavy. It was not wood. It was stone. Cold stone. I touched her arm. She did not look back. "Stop," she said. Her voice was dry. Like dead leaves. "Why?" I asked. "It is too heavy." I looked at the box. It was small. A shoebox. Black....

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