The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mud on your boots is black and slick, a heavy paste that pulls at your heels as you trudge through the valley floor. It is a cold morning, the kind that bites into the marrow, and the mist hangs low over the meadow like a shroud that refuses to lift. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be in the stone tower, in the cell with the barred window, where the air smells of damp...

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