The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Elara’s elbow was already blackened with grease when she saw the stain, a dark, wet smear that had no business being on the iron. The cellar was damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting wood and old stone, and the only light came from the single bulb hanging above the gate, casting long, trembling shadows against the walls. She had been polishing the same section of the ancient iron for...

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