The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The stamp comes down with a sound like a bone snapping. You watch the indigo ink spread across the parchment, a wet, living thing that refuses to dry. It seeps through the paper, through the desk, and into the grain of the wood. Your hand is steady, but your pulse is a hammer in your throat. Thirty years of service. Twenty-two years of the mud, the blood, the cold. You are not asking for a...

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