The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high, vaulted windows of the tower room, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of mud and stone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, old parchment, and the sharp, metallic tang of impending death. Elias Thorne sat at the center of the circular table, his hands resting flat on the...

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