The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The air tasted of iron and old rain. I stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the mist curl around my boots. It was a gray, formless thing, swallowing the world below. I did not look down. I knew what was there. Or rather, I knew what I had been told was there. A void. A punishment. I am a finder. That is my role. I walk the lines where the old world ends and the new one begins. I look for...

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