The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The jar sat on the shelf. It was cracked. A thin, white vein ran through the glass like a frozen river. Inside, the paste was gray. It was thick. It smelled of rain and old wool. Thomas watched it. He did not blink. He had made it for Eleanor. Every winter, he made it. He gathered the herbs. He boiled the roots. He stirred it for hours. The smell filled the house. It was a sweet, cloying scent....

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