The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bell tolled at dawn. It was a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elara’s bones. She sat on the edge of the straw pallet. The air in the cottage was cold. It tasted of damp stone and old woodsmoke. Outside, the forest stretched out in a gray mist. The trees stood like silent sentinels. They watched her. They always watched. Elara’s hands were still. They rested in...

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