The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The parchment, brittle as a dried leaf from the autumn of a year I can no longer count, lay open before me on the cold stone table, its ink faded to the color of dried blood, whispering of a cure that was less a remedy and more a surrender. I am the Chronicler of the Spore, a title that sounds grand in the echo of this crumbling tower but feels, in the quiet of the night, like a chain forged...

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