The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain does not fall. It hangs. You stand at the edge of the gray. Your boots are heavy. Muddy. You pull them off. One. Then the other. The mud is black. It stains your hands. You look at the stain. It looks like blood. It is not blood. You know this. You have seen too much blood to mistake it. But the memory is a ghost. It wears your face. The village is gone. The fields are gone. The sky is...

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