The Wistful Show
The bell rang. I heard it. It was a low, bronze sound. It shook the dust. I was in the cellar. The air was thick. It tasted of iron. And old paper. I am a finder. That is my trade. Not a thief. No. A finder. I seek what is lost. In the shadows. In the deep places. My name is Elias. I am poor. My coat is thin. My shoes are wet. But my eyes are sharp. My mind is cold. I work for the Guild. The...
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