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 world. It soaked into the wool of Margaret’s coat, a heavy, cold weight that settled on her shoulders like a second skin. She walked. The road was mud, deep and treacherous, sucking at her boots with each step. Around her, the village was empty. The shutters were down. The chimneys were silent. It was a silence...

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