The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The wind did not blow so much as it pushed, a heavy, relentless hand against the flank of the horse, forcing us deeper into the gray expanse of the moor where the mist hung low and thick, smelling of wet stone and the metallic tang of approaching rain. I sat in the saddle, my spine a rigid rod of bone and duty, my eyes fixed on the narrow, eroded track that cut a jagged line through the...

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