The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the slate roof of the watchtower, a rhythmic, ceaseless beating that sounded like the heart of a dying beast. I sat in the corner, my back against the cold stone. The leather of my uniform was soaked through. It clung to my skin, heavy and slick. I could feel the dampness seeping into my bones. I was a guard. I was the law. I was the...

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