The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the chapel, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to drown out the world outside. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old candle wax. Margaret stood by the altar, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned white. She looked down at the man kneeling before her. Thomas. Her husband. He was small for a man, unassuming,...

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