The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air like a grey veil, thick and cold. It soaked into the wool of Thomas’s coat. It seeped into his bones. He stood in the center of the stone hall, the only warm light coming from a single, sputtering tallow candle on the floor. The hall was old. Older than the kingdom. The stones were black with age, slick with moisture that had no source. It was a place...

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