The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink was black and cold in the pot, a viscous substance that smelled of iron and rot, and Julian Vane sat before the heavy oak table in the keep of Blackwood Manor, his hands trembling not from the chill of the November air but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the words he was about to commit to parchment, for he had spent the last three years believing that the code was a shield, a...

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