The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey veil. Thick. Damp. It clung to your eyelashes. You blinked. The world blurred. Then sharpened. "Look at the stone," said the old man. He stood beside you. He was small. Bent. His coat was soaked through. Brown. Stiff with mud. He pointed. His finger trembled. Not from cold. From age. You looked. The riverbed. Exposed. The water had receded. It left a scar....

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