The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bell tolled three times. I heard it through the stone. It vibrated in my teeth. I was cold. Always cold. The window was narrow. A slit in the wall. Rain streaked the glass. I watched the water run. Down. Down. Like my blood. Like my time. My name is Thomas. I do not speak much. Silence is a shield. Or a wall. I am a guard. Here, in the deep. The cell is small. The air is thick. It tastes of...

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