The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The heavy oak door groaned under the weight of the winter wind, a sound that had long since ceased to be merely mechanical and had become a kind of skeletal respiration for the manor, a deep, resonant exhalation that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones of anyone who stood within its threshold. I stood there, in the corridor that smelled of damp stone and ancient, preserved silence,...

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