The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast was loud. It tasted of copper and stale beer. I sat at the head of the long table in the community hall, flanked by men who had once been my brothers. Now they were just men. They wore their medals like scars, proud of the damage. I wore nothing. I had stripped my uniform three days ago. The fabric felt like a skin I had shed in the desert, leaving me raw and exposed. Captain Halloway...

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