The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Suspended in the air above the garden, a thick, gray mist clung to the iron fence. It held the world in a breathless pause. I watched it from the library window. The glass was cold against my forehead. My husband, Arthur, sat at the desk. He did not move. His hands rested on the leather-bound folio. The book was open. The pages were yellowed. The ink was...

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