The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a slick, dark mirror that reflected nothing but the grey, weeping sky. I stood in the doorway of the abandoned textile mill, my coat heavy with dampness, watching the water drip from the eaves in a steady, rhythmic pulse. It was a sound that usually soothed me, a white noise that scrubbed the edges of my...

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