The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mirror in the hall is broken. You do not fix it. You stand before the shards. Your uniform is pressed. The silver buttons catch the weak light from the window. You are the Warden of this house. You are the keeper of the stone and the silence. The house is old. It smells of damp wool and dried lavender. It is the year of your appointment. The walls are thick. They hold the cold. They hold...

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