The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The door was locked from the outside. I knew it was locked because I heard the heavy iron bolt slide into place. The sound was dull and final, like a bone snapping. I stood in the hallway of the old stone hall, my breath misting in the cold air. The air smelled of damp wool and old wood. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. They were always shaking now. The cold got into your bones...

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