The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The morning the old man left, the sky was the color of a bruise, a swollen violet that promised rain but only delivered a cold, dry wind that stripped the leaves from the elms lining the street. Elias Thorne stood on the porch, watching the figure of Arthur Penhaligon shrink into the mist, his gait still steady despite the years, his hands clasped behind his back as if holding in some secret...

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