The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, metallic rhythm against the slate roof of the Blackthorn Inn, a sound like coins dropping into a deep well. Elias stood by the window, his back rigid, watching the fog swallow the cobblestones of the market square. In his hand, he held a small, brass key. It was tarnished, green with age, and heavy in his palm. For forty years,...

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