The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, blurring the cobblestones of the city into a single, weeping smear. Kaelen walked. His boots were heavy, sodden things that dragged against the wet stone. He carried the sword. It was an old thing. The steel was pitted. The hilt was worn smooth by generations of hands. It was not a weapon anymore. It was a weight. A burden of memory. He had come from the...

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