The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The feast was loud. The long table groaned under the weight of roasted swans and heavy loaves. I sat at the far end, in the shadow of the oak. My chains were hidden beneath the rough wool of my tunic, but the iron bit into my wrists. I did not look up. I watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of light that pierced the high window. They moved like tiny, frantic souls. I held the bird in my...

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