The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The blade sang. It cut the air with a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin note that vibrated in the teeth of Aldous Thorne. He was not fighting for glory. He was fighting for breath. The mist in the courtyard was thick, cloying, tasting of iron and old rain. It clung to his skin, heavy as wet wool. His sword, a long steel thing named *Verity*, was slick. It did not grip well. It slipped....

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