The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog rolls in thick off the river. It tastes of iron and old rain. You are alone in the tower room. The air is cold. Your breath fogs the glass. You look out at the city. It is a medieval sprawl of stone and shadow. The bells have stopped. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You are a seeker of truth. The city calls you a thief. They say you steal secrets. You do not...

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