The Wistful Show
You wake in the mud. The smell is thick. It is the smell of wet wool and old blood. You are kneeling. Your knees hurt. You look down. You see your hands. They are dirty. You see a bird. It is a black crow. It sits on a stone. It looks at you. It does not fly. It waits. The town of Oakhaven is gray. The fog is heavy. It clings to the walls. The houses are tall. They are made of stone. The...
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