The Wistful Saga
The iron gate groaned under the weight of the siege. Elias stood in the courtyard. His hands shook. He held the ledger. The book was thick. Bound in cracked leather. The pages smelled of damp earth and old ink. It was a technical manual. A guide to the tending of the silver vines. The vines that grew only in the shadows of the old estate. The vines that sang when the moon was full. Outside, the...
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