The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The roast was pink. Perfectly pink. Elias sliced it. The knife sang a low, wet note against the bone. He set the meat on a silver platter. He looked up. The room was full. Too full. The King sat at the head of the table. His face was a mask of gold leaf. It peeled at the edges. Beneath it, the skin was grey. Dead. Elias did not look at the King. He looked at the meat. He loved the meat. It was...

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