The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mirror cracked before I ever looked into it. I was standing in the Great Hall. The stone was cold. It bit into my knees. I was on my knees. I am a soldier. I am the King’s right hand. I wear the silver vest. It is tight. It hugs my ribs. It is not just cloth. It is skin. It is bone. It is me. The court is quiet. The air is thick. It smells of wax and fear. I hear the breathing of the lords....

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