The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was always the same. I stood in the damp dark of the mill, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and rust, and I held the ledger open. The pages were blank, save for a single line of red ink that stretched across the paper like a fresh wound. I tried to read it, but the letters dissolved into steam before my eyes could fix on them. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, the...

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