The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The wind in the highlands did not blow; it cut, a cold and precise instrument that sliced through the woolen layers of Maren’s cloak and settled deep into the marrow of her bones. She sat alone on the edge of a crumbling limestone outcrop, her back against the unforgiving stone, watching the mist rise from the valley floor like the breath of a dying beast. The sun was high and pale, offering...

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