The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train shuddered into the station, a iron beast exhaling steam that tasted of rust and old coal. I stepped onto the platform, my lungs tightening against the chill. It was November. The kind of November that strips the world bare, leaving only the gray bones of the trees and the wet, heavy mud of the earth. I had come to Blackwood Manor to find a body. Or so I told myself. In truth, I had...

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