The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell upon the jagged teeth of the Blackwood Ridge like a fine gray dust, settling into the cracks of the stone and the fur of the horses, a persistent, cold whisper that seemed to seep into the very marrow of Edward Ashworth’s bones. He stood at the forefront of the line, his sword drawn, the steel catching the dull light of the storm in a way that felt less like reflection and more...

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