The Wistful Saga
The town of Oakhaven sat in a bowl of fog. It was a place of iron and steam. The air smelled of coal dust. The sky was gray. The ground was wet. Everything was gray. Margaret stood by the window. She wore her mother’s coat. It was blue wool. It was too big for her. It hung like a sack. The sleeves were long. The hem dragged on the floor. It was her mother’s. Her mother was gone. The coat was...
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