The Wistful Saga
You hold the jar. It is heavy. The glass is cold. Inside, the honey glows. It is thick. It is golden. It is alive. You are in the throne room. The floor is stone. It is cold. Your feet hurt. You are an exile. You are from the South. You came with the war. You came with the blood. You came with the silence. Now you are here. You are in the North. You are in the court. You are a servant. You are...
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