The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The letter sat on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp earth. "Sir Kaelen, you are summoned to the Duke’s presence at dawn. Do not bring your armor. Bring your humility." Kaelen folded the parchment. His hands were rough, the nails caked with the black residue that had seeped from the walls of his manor for three weeks. He looked at the door. Elara was sleeping in the inner...

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