The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The hammer fell again. Mara held the shield up. The wood was oak. Thick. Dark. It smelled of resin and old sweat. "Lower it," said the woman in the window. Mara did not lower it. "Lower it, I said." The voice was calm. Too calm. It cut through the sound of the wind. Mara raised the shield higher. The edge bit into her forearm. She felt the pain. Sharp. Real. "Who are you?" Mara shouted. "I am...

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