The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The brass pocket watch had stopped at 4:12 for three years, its face fogged with a greenish patina that smelled of rust and old regrets. I kept it in the inner pocket of my wool coat, close to my heart, where it served not as a timepiece but as a talisman against the cold. I was an immigrant in a city that did not want me, a man who had traded the quiet dignity of a rural English life for the...

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