The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The salt cake crumbled under the thumb of Sir Julian Vane. It was a dry, brittle thing, pale as bone and twice as hard. He turned it over on the polished table, the grain catching the candlelight. His daughter, Elara, sat across from him. She was twelve. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the pastry, but her gaze did not stay. It drifted to his face, then back to the cake, then to the empty chair...

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