The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a fine, cold mist that seeped through the wool of Eamon’s tunic and settled in the marrow of his bones. He stood at the edge of the clearing, his sword, a heavy slab of folded steel known as the Iron Heart, resting against his shoulder. The weapon was not merely a tool; it was the axis around which his life had orbited for twenty years. To hold...

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