The Wistful Saga
The tower stood. It had stood for a hundred years before the fire. It would stand for a hundred years after. Stone did not care about men. Stone did not care about time. It only was. Thomas stood in the courtyard. The air smelled of smoke and wet wool. He held his sword. His hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The rain was coming down in sheets. It ran into his eyes. He blinked. He could not...
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