The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The black feather lay on the ledger, a single barb detached from the wing of the crow that had perched there for three weeks. Julian Larkin stared at it, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the spectacles on his nose, the glass fogging with the humidity of the municipal office. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the light comes in low and yellow, catching the dust...

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