The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the asphalt of Millhaven into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the broken streetlights. I stood by the window of my apartment, watching the water streak down the glass, feeling the cold seep through the double panes and settle into my bones. My uniform jacket hung on the hook by the door, a heavy wool thing that smelled...

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