The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell like a shroud. Elias rode into the valley. The horse was tired. The saddle was wet. The air tasted of iron and rot. He held his hands on the reins. His knuckles were white. The castle stood on the cliff. It was old. It was black. It watched him. The windows were dark. They were eyes. They were blind. He dismounted. His legs shook. He did not care. He walked up the hill. The mud...

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