The Wistful Saga
The road to the highlands was a ribbon of mud that refused to dry. Thomas Ashworth pulled the reins tight. The horse, a bay mare named Sarah, snorted through her bit. She knew the weight in the saddle. It was not just the leather bags of tools. It was the silence of the man holding her. Thomas was a clockmaker by trade, though in this valley, he was known as the man who fixed time when it...
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