The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the slate roof like a drumroll. It was loud. It was relentless. Silas sat alone. He counted the drops. One. Two. Three. The house was old. The beams groaned. The fire died low. Silas was a seeker. He looked for truth. He found only ash. He held the ledger. The pages were damp. The ink bled. Numbers blurred into ghosts. The door creaked open. Wind howled in. A woman stood there. She...

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