The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged shard of sound that split the grey morning open. You stood in the queue. Your shoes were wet. The city was wet. The cobblestones slicked with the runoff of a century of rain. You were not wet, though. You were dry. You were the dry heart of the storm. They called you a thief. They called it in the square. The word hung in the air like smoke...

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