The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fire took the roof first. Then the walls. I stood in the mud, watching the oak beams snap like dry twigs, and felt no fear. Only a strange, hollow weight in my chest. It was 1892. The Kingdom of Aethelgard did not exist, but it felt more real than the London fog pressing against the windowpane of my mind. I was a knight. Or so I told myself. In the waking world, I was Thomas Bradshaw, a...

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