The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell like a curse. It hammered the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane. Elias stood in the mud. He held his staff. It was oak. It was old. It was stained with blood. Not his. Never his. The crowd gathered. They were silent. Their eyes were hard. They were stone. They were steel. They saw a monster. They saw a thief. They saw a man who had stolen the breath from the city. They did not see...

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