The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the keep, a damp and heavy shroud that smelled of wet stone and the stale, metallic tang of old iron. Elara stood by the high window of the infirmary, her fingers tracing the cold glass, watching the courtyard below where the court physicians argued in low, urgent voices over a patient who had not been a patient for three days. The air inside was...

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