The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The wind did not blow here. It held its breath. “Are you there, Thomas?” The voice came from the dark. It was soft. It was wet. It was the sound of a bell cracking in the deep sea. “I am here, Margaret.” My hand tightened on the hilt of my sword. The metal was cold. It bit into my palm. It remembered the blood of men I had not killed yet. It remembered the blood of men I had. “Look at me,” she...

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