The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain came down in sheets. Cold. Grey. Endless. Mara walked. Her boots sank into the mud. The road was a slick ribbon of brown. She held her coat tight. The wool was thin. It had been thin for years. It was her father’s coat. Too big. Always too big. She wore it like a shroud. Like a skin that did not fit. She was a Detective. Or so they said. In the old days, men held that title. Now, it...

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