The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The frost had settled on the windowpane of the ward in a delicate, intricate lattice, a frozen web that trapped the cold light of the morning. I sat on the edge of the iron bed, my uniform pressed tight against my chest, the brass buttons catching the grey daylight like small, cold eyes. The air in the room was still, heavy with the scent of boiled linseed oil and the faint, metallic tang of...

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