The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The wool of the cloak you wore on the day your brother died is now a jagged, fraying thing, a textile ghost that clings to your shoulders with the tenacious, damp grip of a memory you cannot shed. You are standing in the town square of Aethelgard, a place where the cobblestones are worn smooth by centuries of cart wheels and the air tastes of wet limestone and woodsmoke, and you are trying to...

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