The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The cellar of the old stone keep smelled of damp limestone and the sharp, medicinal bite of dried sage. Thomas Bradshaw sat on a wooden stool that had been worn smooth by generations of knees, his hands resting on his thighs. He was not a young man, though he had not yet turned fifty. The joints in his fingers were swollen, and when he moved, they clicked like dry twigs snapping in a winter...

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