The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise from the earth; it seeped out of the silence, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet stone and forgotten oaths. Sir Cedric Vane stood alone on the precipice, his gauntlets heavy with the damp, his breath a thin white thread against the cold. He held the sword, not in his hand, but in his mind, a phantom weight that dragged at his spine. The blade...

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