The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The hall smelled of wet wool and roasted chestnuts, a thick, suffocating aroma that clung to the back of my throat like a secret I was not ready to tell. We were gathered in the stone undercroft of the old manor, a place where the air did not move, where the silence had weight and texture, pressing against my eardrums until they popped in sharp, staccato bursts. It was a feast for the living,...

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