The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The bell above the tavern door did not ring; it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated through the soles of your boots as you stepped into the damp chill of the market square. It was the hour of the Waning Moon, that liminal stretch of twilight where the cobblestones slick with rain became mirrors for the gaslights, and the shadows of the watchtowers stretched long and jagged across the...

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