The Wistful Saga
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, gray suspension that turned the windows of the St. Jude’s Children’s Home into blurred panes of wet glass, obscuring the world beyond and trapping the twelve-year-old boy, Arthur, in a silence that was so profound it felt heavy against his eardrums, a physical weight that pressed his chest inward until he could hardly draw breath, while his...
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