The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The dream was of a garden. Not a wild one, but a place of strict geometry, where the hedges were clipped into sharp, unyielding boxes. In the center of the largest square, a single tree stood. It was a pear tree, but its bark was black, peeling away in long, dry strips like old skin. Margaret stood before it. She held a glass vase in her hands. It was full of water, clear and cold, and inside...

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