The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The toast was to the barley, and the barley was dying. "Here’s to the yield," Julian said, raising his glass high. The candlelight caught the rim, turning the wine into a dark, viscous drop of blood. Elara sat at the head of the table, her hand resting on the iron key in her pocket. It was warm. Not hot, just warm, like a stone left in the sun too long. She had hidden it for three months,...

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