The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog rolls in thick and white, tasting of iron and wet stone. It presses against the glass of the watchtower until the world outside becomes a blur, a smear of gray nothingness. You sit at the desk, your hands resting on the cold wood, feeling the vibration of the machine beneath your fingers. It is a Tuesday. Or a Thursday. The days have begun to bleed into one another, a continuous,...

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