The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fire died. I watched the embers turn to ash. My name is Elias. I was seven. The house was cold. The snow pressed against the glass. It whispered. It wanted in. My father stood by the window. He wore his coat. It was blue. It was old. The buttons were brass. He did not look at me. He looked at the dark. The war was close. We heard it. It was a low hum. Like bees in the wall. Like a engine...

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