The Wistful Saga
The Wistful SagaThe rain over Cambridge fell in sheets of silver, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the grey sky that had hung over the university town for three consecutive days. Henry Ashworth stood at the window of his chambers in Trinity College, watching the water cascade down the leaded glass panes and wondering, as he so often did, how the years had slipped through his fingers like...
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