The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The sword broke. It snapped clean in half. I held the pieces. Cold steel. Dull. The air in the hall was thick. Smoke. Dust. We were in the great house. Old wood. Stone. The regime came at dawn. They wore gray. No faces. Just masks. Silent. I stood by the fireplace. My friend stood beside me. Thomas. He was quiet. He always was. We had fought for years. Against the Order. The system. The law....

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