The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the ironworks. It was a cold, wet Tuesday in November, the kind that seeped into the bones and stayed there. Silas stood at the edge of the platform, his collar turned up against the damp. He was waiting for the 7:15 train to the capital. He was also waiting for his life to end, or at least to change its...

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