The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast began at dusk. The hall smelled of roasting venison and old stone. Torches sputtered in the iron sconces. Shadows danced on the high walls. They flickered like trapped birds. Margaret sat at the foot of the table. Her hands were still. They rested on the linen cloth. She watched the flames. They consumed the wood. They gave off heat. They gave off light. They gave no mercy. The King...

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