The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The air in the Hall of Mirrors did not smell of dust or age, as one might expect in a place so forgotten by the sun, but of wet iron and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that preceded a storm which would never break, a smell that coated the back of the throat and settled into the lungs like a fine, cold silt, binding the breath in a vice that allowed no easy release, no comfortable rhythm,...

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