The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The river was gray. Not the bright, hopeful gray of fresh snow, but the dull, bruised gray of old wool. Elias sat on the bank, his back against the cold mud. He did not look up. He listened. The water whispered against the stones. It sounded like teeth grinding. He had been here for three days. Three days of silence. Three days of watching the water eat the earth. His coat was thin. The wind...

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