The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The feast was loud. It tasted of roasted lamb and stale wine. The hall of the village was crowded. Men sat on benches. Women stood in corners. They watched. They waited. The air was thick with smoke. Thomas stood at the edge. He held a jar. It was clay. It was cracked. Inside was a single flower. It was blue. It was dry. It was a ghost of a thing. Thomas looked at the jar. He did not look at...

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