The Wistful Show
The rain in the coastal town of Blackwood did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that blurred the jagged teeth of the cliffs and turned the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne sat in the back corner of The Gilded Cage, a tavern that had once hosted sailors and now housed only the ghosts of their debts, his hands wrapped around a mug of whiskey that had gone warm...
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