The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the slate roof of the Ashworth estate, a relentless, gray drumming that turned the world outside the window into a blurred smear of mud and dead leaves. I sat in the high-backed chair in the study, my boots still caked in the wet earth of the garden. My hands were steady. They were always steady. But my heart was a trapped bird,...

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