The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The table was long. It stretched down the center of the hall, white cloth crisp against the dark wood floor, candles burning low in their brass holders. I sat at the far end, near the window. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, a grey curtain that blurred the town into a watercolor of slate and mud. Inside, it was warm. Too warm. The air smelled of roasted meat, stale beer, and the...

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