The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the glass with a rhythm like a slow, steady heartbeat. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, just a persistent, wet drumming against the high windows of the Hall. "Do you hear it?" asked Elias. He stood by the window, his back to the room. His uniform was crisp, the brass buttons catching the dim light of the chandeliers. He was a man of few words, a soldier in a place...

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