The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain fell in sheets of iron, turning the muddy track into a river of churned earth that sucked at the boots of the procession. You were walking, though your legs did not seem to belong to you, moving with the heavy, mechanical grace of a marionette whose strings had been cut and left to drift in the wind. Around you, the other children of the orphanage walked in a silent, shuffling line,...

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