The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog did not lift; it thickened, pressing against the windows of the manor like a wet wool blanket. Elara woke to the sound of her own breathing, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to come from the stone floor beneath her. She lifted her left hand. The fingers were gone. In their place was a single, rigid claw, fused into the bone, the skin blackened and tight as cured leather. She tried to...

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