The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain strikes the shield with the rhythm of a broken clock. It is a steady, gray drumming that drowns out the wind, the crows, and the distant, lowing of cattle in the valley below. You stand at the edge of the wood, your armor heavy with moisture, your hands white-knuckled around the haft of a sword that has seen too many dawns. The blade is old, forged in a furnace that no longer burns,...

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