The Wistful Saga
The rain fell on the thatch. It fell on the stone. It fell on you. You stood at the gate of the keep. The mud sucked at your boots. You did not pull them free. You waited. The order came from Lord Blackwood. He was in the tower. He looked down. His face was a mask of wax. He spoke. His voice was dry. He said, take the boy. He said, bring him to the ridge. He said, do not speak to him. You...
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