The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was a tower of glass and bone. Maren stood at the base, looking up. The structure did not sit on the earth but floated above a chasm of black fog, tethered by ropes that hummed like plucked strings. It was a place of silence so profound it had weight. She had been here before, in the sleep that came after the fever, but never this close. The air smelled of wet stone and old iron. She...

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