The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell like iron filings. I felt it on my skin. Cold. Sharp. It soaked through the wool of my tunic. It ran down my back. It pooled in the hollow of my spine. I am a warden of the city walls. I am a man of stone and duty. My name is Thomas. I have served the Crown for twenty years. I have held the line. I have never broken. The city is old. The stones are old. The air tastes of rust and...

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