The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bell tolled at dusk. It was a heavy sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. You sat on the cold stone. Your hands were bound. The rope was rough. It cut into your wrists. You did not flinch. You had stopped flinching years ago. The light was low. It came from a single torch. It painted long shadows on the wall. You were hungry. Not for bread. Not for meat. You were hungry for the taste...

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