The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain tasted of iron and old pennies. "It is a good tree," I said. My voice sounded thin, scraped raw by the smoke that clung to the back of my throat. The inspector did not look at me. He looked at the elm. His spectacles were fogged. "It is a dead tree, Mr. Ashworth. It is a hazard. It must go." "Look at it." I gestured with a hand that trembled, not from cold, but from a rage I had kept...

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