The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The window was small. It looked out onto the oak. The oak was green. It was always green. Elara sat in the chair. Her back hurt. She did not move. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper. Rain tapped on the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap. Outside, the world moved. Cars passed. People walked. They carried umbrellas. They were busy. They were alive. Elara was not busy. She was still. She was seventeen....

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