The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the shelter, a relentless, hollow percussion that drowned out the wind. I sat on the overturned crate, my boots off, my feet raw and blistered from the gravel road that cut through the black pine forest. Beside me sat Elias. He was eating a cold apple, slicing it with a knife that looked duller than the skin of his...

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