The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The hall smelled of roasted goose and wet wool, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the tapestries and the breath of the courtiers. Sir Cedric stood by the hearth, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the embers pulse with a dying light. He was a man of few words, a weaver of fine linen for the Duke’s household, and tonight the weight of the year pressed upon him not in pounds, but in...

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