The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The coat was too heavy for the season. It was wool, thick and dark, smelling of damp stone and old smoke. You wore it because you had nothing else. The air in the archive was cold, a biting chill that settled in your bones and refused to leave. You shivered, but you did not remove it. It was your armor. It was your skin. Margaret sat across from you at the oak table. The wood was scarred with...

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