The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train shook my bones, a rhythmic grinding that matched the hammering of my heart. I was twelve years old, and I held the ledger against my chest as if it were a shield against the cold winter wind whipping through the open window. My father had died three months ago, his name dragged through the mud by men who had never known him, men who called him a thief and a liar. I was going to the...

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