The Wistful Show
The rain hits the cobblestones. It hits them hard. You are leaving. You are leaving now. The gate is open. The iron is cold. You grip the hilt. You grip it tight. The steel is warm. It has been in your hand for days. It is the only thing that feels real. You look back at the tower. The windows are dark. The candles are out. No one is watching. No one cares. You are a ghost already. You walk...
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