The Wistful Show
The dream came to Sir Kaelen not as a whisper but as a shattering, a cold and jagged sound that echoed in the hollows of his bones long before his eyes opened to the gray, rain-slicked stone of the high tower, and in that fleeting, suspended moment between the unconscious and the waking, he held in his trembling hands a sphere of pure, white sugar, a confection of impossible delicacy, yet his...
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