The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Niran Roengsamut had known, even before the first toast was raised, that the scarf was the only thing in the room that remained true to the dead. He stood at the edge of the banquet table in the officer’s mess, a thirty-four-year-old sergeant whose uniform hung loose over a frame worn thin by twelve years of service and one specific, unhealing grief. The air in the room was heavy with roasted...

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