The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hermit’s hut stood where the old cart road gave up its ghost, a lean-to of grey timber that had once been a byre, and no one in the village of Marrow’s End could remember a time when the man inside had not been there, though everyone remembered the day he arrived, for he had come walking out of the east with a greatcoat that hung to his shins and a manner that suggested he was fleeing...

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