The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ledger is heavy in your hands, its leather spine cracked and soft as wet bread, smelling of mildew and the specific, metallic tang of old ink. You hold it on the table in the study, the room where the air has been thick and cold for twenty years, a cold that does not come from the window but from the stone itself, a dampness that seems to rise from the floorboards and settle into the marrow...

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