The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hits the tin roof like a fist. You are inside. The house is small. The walls are thin. You can hear the water dripping from the eaves. It sounds like a clock. Tock. Tock. Tock. You look at your hands. They are old. The skin is loose. It hangs on the bones. You flex your fingers. They click. You are a carpenter. You built this house. You built the porch. You built the fence. You did it...

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