The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. Caleb sat in the dark. His hands shook. He looked at the letter. "Get up," said the voice. It was not a voice. It was the sound of the wind. Caleb stood. His knees popped. He was fifty years old. He felt sixty. He dressed in the cold. The wool bit his neck. He put on his coat. The buttons were brass. They were cold. He walked out. The village was gone....

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