The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain had filled the dried wells at last, turning the shingle beach into a slurry that sucked at the boots of anyone who walked too close to the tide. Esther Quimby stood in the doorway of the coaching inn, her fingers white-knuckled around the strap of her bag, watching the water lap at the foundation stones of the mill town. She was thirty-four, an archivist by trade, though her license to...

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