The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The wind here does not blow; it grinds. It scours the paint from the outpost walls and the sanity from the men who stand watch. I am writing this to you, Sarah, from the edge of the world, where the desert ends and the silence begins. My leg is in a cast, the skin tight and yellowing, but the pain is a dull, distant thing compared to the hollow space where my certainty used to be. I want to...

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