The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and regret. I counted the debts again, three times, my finger tracing the columns of figures that had turned my life into a spreadsheet of failures. Four thousand, two hundred pounds. That was the sum of my ruin, a number that sat in my chest like a stone. I was forty-two years old, and I had nothing left to sell...

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