The Wistful Saga
Bjorn Nystrom remembered the weight of the pen more clearly than the face of the man who had given it to him, a memory that surfaced later, in the grey light of the office, as a physical ache in the wrist, a tightening of the tendons that spoke of labor rather than leisure. He had been a silversmith’s apprentice before the war levy took his village, before the bells of the parish stopped...
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