The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

I woke to the sound of rain hitting the glass. It was not a gentle rain. It was a hard, rhythmic pounding. Like a fist. Like a warning. The house was quiet. The old house. The beams groaned in the dark. I lay still. My body felt heavy. Stone heavy. The sheets were cold against my skin. I looked at the ceiling. The plaster was cracked. A map of dry rivers. I thought of the sea. I had not seen...

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