The Wistful Saga
The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as it shuddered, a great, bronze lung collapsing under the weight of a sorrow that had no name, and in that sudden, deafening silence I felt the first hairline fracture appear in the marrow of my own being. It was the autumn of the year when the Great Silence fell upon the city of Aethelgard, a season where the fog rolled in from the river like a...
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