The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast was a wound in the silence of the house, a sprawling, gilded mouth open to the night. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, watching the candlelight tremble against the high vaulted ceilings of the ancestral hall. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of the lilies that lined the...

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