The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Elias woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. He was standing in the Hall of Whispers. The stone floor was cold. It was wet. It smelled of old blood and rain. Elias was a tanner. He knew hides. He knew the smell of rot. But this was different. This was the smell of the void. He looked at his hands. They were black. Not with dirt. With ink. Or soot. Or shadow. He could not tell. He had come...

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