The Wistful Saga
Act I The heat does not break; it only thickens. I am Théophile Vidrine, and I sit in the damp dark of the courthouse library, where unopened books line the shelves like silent judges. I want to see my son, Luc, one last time before the execution. The warden, a man whose coat smells of stale tobacco and authority, denies me. He claims Luc has died of the plague. I refuse to believe the lie. My...
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