The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. It drummed against the roof of the old house. Elias stood by the window. He held a cup of tea. It was cold. He did not drink. He looked out. The yard was mud. The fence was broken. One post leaned. It looked like a tired man. He had lived here for forty years. He knew every crack. Every draft. The house was old. It was tired. It was his. He turned away. He...

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