The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog does not lift. It thickens. You stand in the center of the blackened plaza, the cobblestones slick with a rain that smells of sulfur and rot. Your hands are bound. Not with rope. With silence. You try to speak, but the words dissolve before they leave your lips. You are a sinner. You know this. The weight of it is not a burden; it is a stone in your chest, a permanent, grinding anchor....

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