The Wistful Saga
The carriage wheels grind against the frozen earth, a sound like bone cracking under the weight of a heavy boot, and you are counting the vibrations that travel up through the wooden seat and into your spine, each shudder a reminder of the physical reality that is slowly eroding the boundary between your flesh and the iron frame of the vehicle. You are Eleanor Ashworth, and you are traveling to...
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