The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Bristol like a shroud. It was a heavy, grey drizzle that smelled of wet chalk and old iron. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his office, watching the street below empty out. He was a man of forty, with hands that trembled slightly when he held his cup. He worked for the City Archive. His job was to sort. To categorize. To keep the past in its place....

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