The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven sideways by a wind that smelled of wet iron and rotting hay, a physical force that pressed against the stone walls of the keep until the mortar groaned in protest, a sound like the grinding of ancient teeth in a jaw that had forgotten how to close. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, unwashed bodies, and the metallic tang of fear...

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