The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the valley of Ashwick had turned into a living thing, a brown sludge that swallowed your boots with a wet, sucking sound that echoed in your hollow chest. You walked, though your legs felt like lead, though the cold seeped through the wool of your coat and settled in your bones like rust. You were a clerk of the low order, a man who...

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