The Wistful Saga
Chapter One "You missed the final entry again," Said the magistrate, his finger tapping the parchment. "The total does not balance." I stood in the square, the mud sucking at my boots, and felt the weight of the ledger in my satchel. It was heavier than it had been the morning I left the scriptorium. I looked at my apprentice, Tariq, who stood beside me, his hands tucked into his sleeves. He...
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