The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the thatch of the sanctuary until the air itself seemed to bruise. Elara stood at the center of the circle, her boots sinking into the mud that had once been the village square of Oakhaven. She was the Warden of the Stone, the last of the order dedicated to the keeping of the Old Laws, and her hands were slick with the blood of a man who...

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