The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky tore open above the keep of Blackwood. It did not rain. It bled. A thick, viscous crimson liquid poured from the bruised purple heavens, soaking the stone battlements, the mossy walls, and the soldiers who stood in rigid formation below. The blood was warm. It smelled of iron and old pennies. It slicked the cobblestones until they shone like polished obsidian. In the center of this...

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