The Wistful Saga
The bell tolled at dawn. It was a low, iron sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Elias wiped his hands on his apron. He was the Keeper of the Archive. The building was old. Stone and wood. It smelled of rot and old paper. He liked the smell. It was safe. He walked to the desk. The ledger was open. The ink was black. He dipped his quill. The tip was dry. He rubbed it on the stone. The...
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