The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the infirmary and the muddy world outside, and I stood in the center of the room, my hand resting on the cold iron rail of the bed, feeling the pulse of the man who lay beneath the sheets not as a sign of life, but as a final, stubborn insistence on presence. We were leaving...

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