The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain against the windowpane of the butcher’s shop does not sound like water; it sounds like the slow, rhythmic dripping of a clock counting down to a moment you have long since forgotten you were waiting for. You stand behind the counter, the steel blade resting against your hip, its weight a familiar anchor in the shifting tide of the afternoon. The shop smells of copper and cold iron, a...

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