The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream did not wake me so much as it refused to release me, a heavy, velvet blanket of stone dust and old blood settling over my consciousness before the sun had even thought to break the horizon. I was standing in the center of the Great Hall of Blackwood Keep, but the air was not cold; it was thick, humid, and smelled faintly of lilies and iron, a scent that belongs to no era of the living...

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