The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream was not of war, but of a garden. In it, the roses grew too large, their thorns the length of iron bars, and the petals fell like snow, heavy and wet against the cobblestones. Elias stood in the center of this impossible bloom, his uniform soaked through, not with rain, but with a cold sweat that smelled of iron and old dust. He reached for a rose, expecting it to cut him, but it...

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