The Wistful Show
The hall smelled of damp wool and roasted chestnuts. It was a thick, suffocating scent. The air hung heavy. Sweat beaded on brows. Laughter echoed off high ceilings. It sounded like glass breaking. Elias sat in the corner. His back was straight. He held a cup of cold tea. He did not drink. He watched. His eyes were red. They burned with a quiet fire. The room was full of people. They wore fine...
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