The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog in Harrowgate did not lift; it thickened. It clung to the cobblestones like a wet wool cloak, dampening the air until every breath tasted of rot and old iron. Thomas Ashworth walked with his head low, his boots heavy against the slick stone. He was a man of few words and fewer friends, a clerk in the Guild of Weavers who spent his nights counting thread rather than sleeping. In this...

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