The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The iron basin sat in the corner of the cellar, its rim chipped and rusted, holding a mirror of stagnant water that reflected the low, timbered ceiling above. Elias Vane stood before it, his hands dripping with cold, the water darkening as he scrubbed the blood from the leather bracers he had worn for three days straight. He was a constable in the town of Oakhaven, a place where the fog rolled...

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