The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell hard on the slate roof. It drummed a rhythm. Cold. Wet. The air tasted of iron and old stone. Caleb stood in the courtyard. His armor clinked. The sound was sharp. It cut the silence. He was the Warden. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold against his palm. He looked at the gate. It was barred. The wood was black with age. Inside the keep, the fire burned...

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