The Wistful Saga
The hammer did not strike. It hung suspended in the air, a heavy, rusted thing that seemed to weigh more than the man who held it, and in that stillness, the silence of the workshop grew so thick that Elara could taste the iron dust on her tongue. "You have broken the covenant," said the Magistrate. His voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of stone settling into a grave. He stood at...
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