The Wistful Saga
You are standing at the edge of the hall. The air smells of dust and old wine. It is a smell that sticks to the throat. You are waiting. Someone is always waiting in a place like this. The floor is cold. Your shoes are thin. You feel the cold through the leather. It bites. You do not move. You are a scholar. You are a man who reads. You read the world until it breaks. You read it until you can...
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