The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick, black mirrors. Elara stood at the threshold of the old stone chapel, her hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a burden. She was a woman of forty winters, though the war had aged her into something resembling...

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