The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The hall is loud. The air smells of roasting meat and wet wool. You stand by the hearth. Your hands are steady. They are always steady. You are a seeker of truth. A finder of what is lost. You hold a silver chain. It hangs from your neck. The pendant is cracked. You do not show it. You keep it hidden inside your doublet. It touches your skin. It is warm. It is your own. Sir Julian looks at you....

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