The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain against the stone windows of the Blackwood Archive was not merely weather; it was an accusation, a relentless, drumming indictment of the silence we had kept for three centuries. I sat in the center of the vault, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the metallic tang of old blood, holding the single remaining petal of the Moon-Orchid in my palm. It was no longer green or...

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