The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain stopped. It stopped mid-fall. Held in the air. Silver needles suspended. Thomas looked up. He saw the sky. It was black. Not night. Just dark. Heavy. He was a man. A soldier. Or so the papers said. He wore the uniform. Blue wool. Worn at the elbows. The buttons were brass. Cold to the touch. He stood on the porch. The wood creaked. Old oak. Rotting at the base. The house was white....

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