The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ceiling of the infirmary is a map of cracks, a spiderweb of gray veins stretching across the white plaster, and you are lying beneath it, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that cuts through the high, barred window. The air smells of boiled lint and old iron, a scent that has seeped into your clothes so deeply that it is no longer external but a part of your own...

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