The Wistful Saga
The rain hits the stone. It is cold. You stand at the gate. The iron is rusted. You hold the lantern. It burns low. Go, says the voice in your head. Go now. You turn. The road is muddy. You walk. The mud sucks at your boots. You are a hunter. You hunt lies. You hunt blood. You hunt the truth. The town is dead. The shops are shuttered. The windows are dark. You see a light. It is in the tower....
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