The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The air in the village of Oakhaven tasted of wet iron and old ash, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the tongue long after the breath had left the body. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the communal square, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his wool coat, watching the way the fog curled around the bases of the ancient oaks like the tendrils of a waking nightmare. It was not a...

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