The Wistful Saga
The cage was not made of iron, but of woven starlight, a shimmering lattice that hummed with a frequency only the guilty could hear, and within it sat Julian Vane, who had spent the better part of three decades polishing the bars with his own regret, convinced that if he could just make the light reflect correctly, the door would swing open and release him into the cold, honest dark of the real...
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