The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was always the same. It was a hall of stone, vast and cold, with pillars that stretched up into a darkness so thick it felt like water. I stood at the center, holding a sword. It was not a new sword. The steel was dark, pitted with rust, and the leather grip was worn smooth by years of my own sweat. I knew the weight of it. I knew how it balanced in my hand, a counterweight to the...

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