The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight above. I walked with my head down, the weight of the satchel against my hip a familiar, dull ache, a physical manifestation of the years I had spent carrying away from the life I had left behind. My name is no longer the one I was...

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