The Wistful Saga
You are waking up in the cellar. The air is thick. It tastes of wet stone and old iron. You are not alone. There is a boy here. He is small. His name is Eli. He is your brother. He is afraid. You can see the fear in his hands. They are shaking. You hold them. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady. You are the guard. You are the shield. This is what you do. You protect. But this...
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