The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink on the parchment did not dry, but rather seemed to breathe, expanding its dark veins across the vellum like a bruise forming under the skin of the world, and I stood before the high oak doors of the Royal Chancery in the city of Aethelgard, holding the scroll tight against my chest as if it were a living child whose heartbeat I could feel against my own ribs, while the rain fell in...

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