The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast in the great hall of the Blackwater Garrison was a cacophony of clattering pewter and the low, rhythmic thrum of men who had spent the day breaking stones and the night breaking bread. I sat at the end of the long oak table, my tunic stiff with sweat and the sour reek of the commoner’s ale, watching the candlelight dance off the polished armor of the officers who sat above me. They...

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