The Wistful Show
The wind outside the high, narrow windows of the keep does not howl; it whispers, a thin, brittle sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave, and you stand there in the draft, holding the last of your strength in your hands like a bowl of water that is slowly, inevitably, leaking out. You are Elias, the youngest of the Whitmore brothers, and you are a warrior, though the word feels heavy...
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