The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The frost had turned the windowpane into a sheet of hammered silver, blinding and bright, and Elara stood before it with her back to the room. Her hands, thick-knuckled and stained with the black grime of the forge, were pressed against the cold glass. She could feel the wood of the frame groaning under the weight of the winter, a slow, creaking protest that sounded like a man holding his...

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