The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended in the air like a grey veil, heavy and still, over the manicured lawns of Ashworth Estate. The air smelled of wet stone and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat. Julian stood at the edge of the terrace, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the dim light from the chandeliers inside the manor. He was the estate’s head of...

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