The Wistful Show
The dream tastes of iron and old rain. You are standing in the center of the round room. The walls are high. They are made of stone. The stone is cold. It presses against your skin. You feel the weight of it. You feel the weight of the years. You are old. Your back is stiff. Your hands are rough. You are the Keeper. You have kept this place for a hundred years. Or perhaps a thousand. Time is a...
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