The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The magistrate’s voice, thin and sharp as a drawn wire, cut through the clamor of the market square. “Elara. Hold her.” The mud was cold and thick, sucking at her boots with a wet, heavy pull. She stood frozen, her hands slick with the red warmth of the butcher’s apron she had snagged in her haste, the blood drying in the creases of her knuckles. She had reached for the silver clasp, that...

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