The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog had settled into the valley like a grey wool blanket, heavy and damp, smelling of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood. Inside the stone-walled room of the inquisitor’s office, the air was still thick with that same scent, though it was older now, dried into the mortar between the black granite blocks. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the high-backed chair, his fingers wrapped around a...

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