The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it drifted down, a fine, grey mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the weave of the wool, turning the ancient castle into a damp, breathing thing. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the ramparts, his hand resting on the cold stone, feeling the vibration of the city below. He was not a soldier in the way the men of the garrison were, clad in...

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