The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The air in the great hall tasted of burnt sugar and old stone. Lanterns swung from the rafters, casting a sickly, amber glow over the tables. It was a banquet, though no one seemed to be eating. The silverware sat cold. The goblets were half-full, the liquid inside a dark, viscous red that did not move when the glass was tilted. Elias sat at the far end of the long table. He was a man of few...

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