The Wistful Witness
Chapter One Who else but the stone remembers the weight of a gate? Luigi Grieco woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the jagged shard of the fortress gate still clutched in his right hand, a sliver of cold, gray reality that had no business being there. It was not a dream, though the mind insisted on calling it one, a recurring hallucination of crumbling walls that bled into the waking...
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