The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell on the slate roofs of Harrowgate. It was a cold, gray water. It tasted of iron. Elias Vane sat by the window. He held a glove in his hands. It was leather. Black. It had belonged to his mother. She had worn it for forty years. The fingers were stiff. The thumb was worn thin. He turned it over. The inside was soft. It smelled of lavender and old dust. Elias was the town’s...

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