The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The wind did not howl. It whispered. It scraped against the high, stone walls of the Citadel with a sound like dry bones rattling in a jar. This was the only sound that mattered now. The rest of the world had been stripped away, leaving only the air and the stone and the weight of what was left behind. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice. Below, the valley was a dark smear of green and...

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