The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The silence of the valley was not an absence of sound but a heavy, velvet weight that pressed against the eardrums, a physical substance that Elara could taste on her tongue, metallic and cold, as she walked the narrow, winding path that cut through the ancient, mist-choked pines of the Blackwood Ridge. She carried the leather satchel against her hip, the weight of it familiar and grounding, a...

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