The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The brass compass lay open in your palm, its face cracked down the center, the needle spinning with a lazy, hypnotic indifference that had nothing to do with magnetic north. You held it against the wet wool of your tunic, feeling the cold metal bite into your skin, a small, sharp anchor in the fog of the borderlands. It was 1912, and the light was the color of old pewter, slanting low through...

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