The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The collar of my white shirt was tight, suffocating a breath I no longer knew how to draw, and I stood before the High Chancellor with my hands bound behind my back by a rope that smelled of old smoke and iron. "You have brought a thief into the sanctum," the Chancellor said, his voice a dry leaf skittering across stone, "a man who steals not gold, but the very essence of the law." I looked at...

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