The Wistful Saga
Chapter One The river smelled of brine and rot. I stood at the north gate, counting the stones in the wall. One, two, three. The fog was not weather; it was a wall. My name is Aiko Ito. I am a captain in the Imperial Guard. I wanted to hold this line. I wanted to prove I was not the boy who had flinched three years ago. Sergeant Haru stood behind me. He smelled of wet wool and old fear. He said...
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