The Wistful Show
The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the slate roof of the Watch House. Inside, the air tasted of wet wool and stale tobacco. Thomas Ashworth stood by the barred window, his hand resting on the hilt of a short blade. He was not a soldier. He was not a king. He was the Warden of the Old Keep, a man who kept the records and counted the grain, and he was currently being accused...
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