The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A single, jagged note that split the air of the Great Hall like a knife through silk. Sir Elias Vance stood at the center of the stone floor. He was still in his armor. The steel was cold. It bit into his skin. The air smelled of iron and old dust. He looked up. The High Lord sat on the throne. The throne was high. The Lord was fat. He wore velvet....

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