The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The snow had stopped falling, but the silence it left behind was heavy. It pressed against the windows of the Keep, a thick, white wool that muffled the sound of the world outside. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea. The ceramic was cracked, a thin line running down the side like a vein. He did not mind the crack. It made the cup feel honest. He was...

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