The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The spear bit deep. Blood sprayed. Hot. Red. Edward did not feel pain. He felt the weight of the steel shift. He felt the leverage. He felt the silence that followed the scream. The guard fell. One. Edward pulled the blade free. It dripped. He wiped it on the tunic of the dead man. He looked up. The hall was empty. No. Not empty. Full. Eyes. Dozens of eyes. Wide. White. Frightened. They stared...

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