The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

He dreamed of the seal. It was inked on the back of his hand. A black star. He woke before he could trace it. The room was dark. Cold. "Thomas." The voice was soft. His wife. Clara. She stood by the door. Her face was pale. "Come," she said. He sat up. The sheets were damp. Sweat. He looked at his hands. Clean. No ink. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "You have to go." "Where?" "To the center."...

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