The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray veil over the ramparts of Blackwood Keep. Sir Julian Thorne stood at the edge of the battlements, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in years. He was a man of forty winters, his face a map of quiet scars, his eyes the pale, washed-out blue of winter ice. Below him, the courtyard churned with the grey mud...

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