The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The damp in the cellar has a taste, metallic and cold, like sucking on a penny that has been left in the rain. You are Arthur, thirty-two years old, and you are sitting on the flagstones with your back pressed against the north wall, the stone rough and unyielding beneath your spine. You need the deed to the estate. You need it before the magistrate, your brother-in-law, can finalize the...

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