The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The iron gate slammed shut with a sound like a bone breaking. Miles stood in the courtyard. The air smelled of wet ash and old stone. He was a constable of the High Ward. His tunic was gray. His boots were heavy. He held his baton in his left hand. In his right, he held a piece of parchment. It was damp. The ink had run. The Tower loomed above him. It was not a building. It was a mouth. The...

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