The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The wind did not merely blow through the attic of the Harrowgate manor; it hunted, a thin, cold thing that found the gaps in the shingles and the cracks in the plaster with a precision that felt personal. Arthur sat on the floorboards, his back against the sloping roof, the eviction notice crumpled in his fist like a dead bird. Below, in the main house, he could hear the faint, rhythmic...

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