The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The blood was not red, not at first, but a thick, viscous amber that ran down the inside of my wrist like molten honey, pooling in the crease of my elbow with a slow, deliberate gravity that seemed to defy the frantic pulse of my heart. I sat on the cold stone floor of the apothecary, the door locked behind me with a heavy iron bar that groaned in protest as I slammed it into place, and I...

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