The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The road was mud. Deep, black, sucking mud. My boots were heavy. Lead heavy. The rain did not stop. It never stops here. It falls on the walls. It falls on the dead. It falls on me. I am walking home. Or I am walking away. It is the same thing. The gate was broken. Wood splintered. Like bone. I pushed it open. The hinges screamed. A sound like a child. I looked at my hands. They were shaking....

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