The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in London was not water but a fine, grey grit that settled into the creases of your leather gloves and the rusted hinges of your breastplate, a constant, abrasive whisper that seemed to know the specific weight of your guilt before you had even spoken it. You held the silver cup in both hands, the metal cold and slick with condensation, and inside the polished interior, your face did...

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