The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-20 10:18:12 -

The rain does not fall so much as it invades, a cold, silver intrusion that turns the heather moor into a bruised and trembling thing, and you stand in the center of it, your cloak soaked through to the skin, your hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that is merely a symbol, for the battle is not fought with iron but with the raw, bleeding edge of knowing, and you are the seer of the...

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