The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the lower ward with a persistent, rhythmic hiss that sounded like the slow unraveling of a hem, each drop striking the wet granite with a dull, hollow thud that seemed to resonate deep within the marrow of Silas Vane’s left knee, a joint that had long since forgotten the sensation of ease and now remembered only the grinding, metallic friction of bone...

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