The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

He woke in the mud. The rain had stopped. The sky was a bruise. Grey. Heavy. Low. He lay there. Stone-cold. The wet soaked into his tunic. It tasted of iron. He spat. Red. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not from cold. From something else. A tremor deep in the bone. He sat up. The world spun. He closed his eyes. Waited for it to stop. The tower loomed. Black stone. Silent. It watched...

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