The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the station master’s cottage, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to count the seconds of Arthur Penhaligon’s life. He sat in the corner, his back straight, his hands folded in his lap like a priest awaiting judgment. Across the room, the fire burned low, casting long, trembling shadows against the wallpapered walls. The air smelled of damp wool and old...

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