The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The feast hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool, a heavy, cloying scent that hung in the air like a fog. Elias sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the hilt of his ceremonial sword. It was a heavy burden, this sword. It was not forged for battle, but for display, a slab of polished steel that reflected the flickering candlelight and the faces...

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