The Wistful Saga
Chapter One The rain fell on the Pacific Northwest, filling the dried wells and turning the mud of the roads into a slick, sucking trap that held the wheels of the delivery trucks and the feet of the workers alike. It was a physical weight, a grey curtain that erased the horizon and made the town of Vichy, Oregon, look small and contained. In the back office of the gas works, where the air...
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