The Wistful Saga
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, gray curtain that dissolved the boundary between the world and the water. Aldous Vane walked the length of the causeway, his boots sinking into the mud with a heavy, sucking sound that seemed to pull the strength from his legs. He was a man made of rigid angles and quiet endurance, a warden of the old ways in a time that had begun to...
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