The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candlelight bled across the vaulted ceiling of the keep, turning the ancient stone into a map of veins and nerves. I sat at the high table, my hands folded upon the polished oak, my fingers trembling with a rhythm I could not name. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar and rosemary, yet beneath the savory smoke lay the metallic tang of old iron and...

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