The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was always the same. A corridor of white stone. At the end, a door of black iron. It did not open. It never opened. Elias stood before it, his hands cold, his breath shallow. He knew the weight of the key in his pocket. He knew the shape of the lock. He knew he would not turn it. He woke with the taste of rust in his mouth. The room was dim. Rain tapped against the glass. A soft,...

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