The Wistful Show
The hall was vast. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced in the shafts of moonlight. It was a feast. But no one ate. The King sat on the throne. He did not smile. His face was stone. In the shadows stood Caelen. He wore a crown of thorns. It was made of iron. It cut his scalp. Blood trickled down his neck. He held a single object. A bird. It was alive. It was blue. Its wings were...
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