The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat like a secret too heavy to keep. We sat around the long oak table, the men of the garrison, our boots muddy from the mud of the valley below, our faces illuminated by the flickering gaslight that buzzed like an angry insect. I was not meant to be there. I was a man who counted the...

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