The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fire started in the thatch of the old mill and did not stop. It ate the timber bones of the building with a hunger that seemed personal, turning the dry straw into black ash and the wood into screaming red embers. Cael stood at the edge of the meadow, watching the light paint the sky a bruised purple. He was a man of few words, his hands rough and stained with the soil of the valley. For...

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