The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog rolled off the moor like a heavy, gray wool, swallowing the world in a thick, damp silence. Elias walked. His boots crunched on the frost-hardened grass, a rhythmic, mechanical sound that marked the passage of time. He carried a satchel. Inside, a single volume. It was leather-bound, cracked at the spine. The pages were brittle. They smelled of dust and old ink. He did not look back....

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