The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fence was the boundary. Not a wire, not a wall of stone, but a line drawn in the dirt by decades of rain and the weight of boots. It separated the property of Elias Thorne from the rest of Harrow Creek. To the left, the town. To the right, the pines. Elias stood on his side. He watched the town watch him. He was a man carved from the same oak as the trees behind him. Silent. Dense. His...

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