The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old garrison town into a slick, mirror-like expanse where the sky reflected back down at them with a cold, indifferent stare. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a heavy, deliberate gait, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to his trousers like wet wool, the weight of his armor, though old and...

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