The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The frost had eaten the garden. It had gnawed the roots of the old apple trees until they snapped in the wind. Thomas stood on the porch, watching the snow pile against the door. He was a man made of angles and shadows. His hands were rough. The skin cracked like dry earth. He looked at his wife, Clara. She sat in the chair by the fire. Her eyes were closed. She was not sleeping. She was...

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