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https://tellest.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Featured-Gaston-Short-Story.png609343A Tale by Valena D’Angelis If only the rain could stop. His clothes were soaked, his body tired, and his eyes needed to close for just one second. Milnor had walked for days in search of shelter. His horse was limping, wounded at the hoof by a thorn Milnor couldn’t remove. He needed help, […]