The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the grey air, a fine, persistent mist that soaked into the bones of the men stationed at the northern gate, turning the stone ramparts into slick, treacherous surfaces where the only sound was the wet, rhythmic scraping of boots against the flagstones and the low, continuous moan of the wind howling through the arrow slits. Sergeant Elias...

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