The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog rolled in from the harbor before the bells began to ring. It was a thick, grey wool that swallowed the cobblestones and the lanterns, erasing the world beyond the reach of a man’s arm. Silas Vane stood on the wet stone steps of the guild hall, his boots heavy with the damp of the street. He was a clerk of the lowest order, a man of ink and silence, whose hands were stained not by crime...

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