The Wistful Saga
The sky had turned the color of a bruised plum before the first scream of the wind reached the valley floor, a sound like a tearing sheet that ripped the silence from the air and left only a howling void where peace used to be. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots digging into the frozen mud that had turned to stone under the weight of the unnatural cold, his hand...
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