The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Ernestina Renteria was thirty years old, and her back had not been straight in two days. The cellar of the textile mill smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. She clutched the silk sash in her hands, the fabric fraying at the edges, its deep crimson color dulled by the damp that seeped from the stone walls. The gaslight above flickered, casting long, trembling shadows...

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