The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fire started in the roof. It did not crawl; it leaped. One moment the great hall of Blackwood Keep was dim, smelling of wet wool and old wax. The next, the darkness was a jagged orange mouth. Sir Julian stood by the dais. He held his sword. The blade was heavy, cold, and real. He had not drawn it in three years. Not since the court decided he was a threat. The King was gone. The Queen was...

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