The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the gutters, a liquid shroud that soaked into the bones of every soul who dared to walk the streets of Aethelgard, where the fog clung to the eaves like a jealous lover refusing to let go of the past. In the center of this deluge, standing amidst a circle of men whose...

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