The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bell rang. It was the iron voice of the city, cold and absolute. I stood at my post on the high wall of Ashworth Gate. The stone was wet. My boots were wet. The mud sucked at my heels with a sound like a slow breath. I held my spear. The wood was dark. The steel head was dull. It had not been polished in weeks. We were told the polish was a vanity. We were told the duty was enough. The mist...

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