The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast was not of food, but of silence, a heavy, suffocating quiet that pressed against the stone walls of the abbey’s scriptorium like a living thing. I sat at the long oak table, my hands folded over the parchment before me, the ink still wet and glistening in the dim light of the tallow candles. The air smelled of beeswax, old vellum, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that had...

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