The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a knuckle breaking in the dark. I sat in the straw. The smell was sweet and sour. Rot. "Look up, Thomas," said the voice. Low. Rough. Like gravel under a boot. "Look up." I looked. The ceiling was gone. Or rather, the ceiling was a hole. Blue sky. Infinite. Terrifying. We were in the High Keep. The Stone Hall. The place where the Law was written....

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