The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The iron of the sword bit into the flesh of the old oak, a sharp, singing shriek that echoed through the hollow of the valley where the mist clung like wet wool to the branches, and Sir Caelen stood there, his breath coming in ragged, white plumes that dissolved into the grey morning air, his hands trembling not from the cold that had settled deep into his marrow since the watch began three...

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