The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mud of the valley had a taste to it, thick and metallic, like the blood of a rabbit pulled from the brush and left too long in the sun. You knew this taste because you had been drinking from the stream for three days, your lips cracked and bleeding, your body a hollow vessel rattling with the dry clatter of bones against skin. The village of Oakhaven lay below you, a cluster of stone and...

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