The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in this place did not fall; it hovered, a thick, gray curtain of suspended droplets that smelled of wet copper and old ozone, and I stood in the center of the atrium with my back against the cold marble of the central pillar, my hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that was not there, or perhaps was everywhere, a phantom weight that pulled at the muscles of my shoulders even though...

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