The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the village of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors where the reflections of the gas lamps stretched and warped like the faces of sleeping giants. I remember standing on the porch, my small hands gripping the splintered wood until the grain bit into my palms, watching the...

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