The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The house shuddered. Dust fell from the beams like grey snow. You did not move. You stood in the center of the parlor, holding the brass astrolabe. It was cold. It was heavy. It was yours. The floorboards groaned. A crack split the ceiling, wide and dark as a wound. You looked up. The sky was not blue. It was a swirling void, starless and hungry. The world outside was ending. Not with fire. Not...

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