The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The storm took the roof. It happened at noon. One second, the sky was a bruised purple. The next, the wind screamed like a dying animal. Shingles flew off the clerical building in the valley. They hit the mud. They hit the cars. They hit my face. I did not move. I stood by the window. I watched the water pour in. It was not rain. It was a sheet. A white curtain. It erased the world outside. My...

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