The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The cellar smelled of damp earth and fermenting sugar, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the wool of my coat long after I had climbed the stairs and stood in the cold, gray air of the factory yard. It was the evening of the annual Harvest Gala, and the iron gates of the Mill were open to the public for the first time in a generation. Inside, the great hall was a symphony of light and noise,...

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