The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The floorboards cracked. It was a sound like a bone breaking. I stood in the center of the Hall. The air was thick. It smelled of dust. It smelled of old wax. I was twelve years old. My hands were at my sides. They were trembling. I could not stop them. The Council sat in a row. They wore dark suits. Their faces were stone. I looked at the floor. A crack ran from the door. It ran to my feet. It...

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