The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

I. The red ink had dried to the color of dried blood on the ledger page, a stain that pulsed faintly under the guttering candlelight as I held it up to the air of the damp cellar, where the smell of wet wool and old varnish hung heavy in the throat. I was forty-two years old, Lester Hutchins, and I had spent the last three nights listening to the silence of the house, a silence that felt less...

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