The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The first thing I heard was the sound of the miller’s boots on the flagstones, a rhythmic, dull thud that seemed to come from the earth itself, vibrating up through the soles of my own worn shoes and settling in the marrow of my bones. "You are late, Thomas," he said, his voice low and gravelly, carrying the weight of the grain sacks he carried on his broad, scarred back. "The Council expects...

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