The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent gray mist that clung to the highland stone of the old wool market, a place where the air tasted of wet wool and the slow, inevitable decay of things that had once been prized for their durability. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the vast, empty hall, his hands resting on the rough-hewn wooden beam that had supported the merchant...

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