The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the guardhouse, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my bones. I stood at the window, watching the mist curl around the ancient oaks of the estate, their branches bare and skeletal, reaching out like arthritic fingers into the gray void. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of...

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