The Wistful Show
The lantern sat on the table. It was heavy. Iron and glass. It cast a sickly yellow light. The room smelled of damp stone and old blood. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain. The rain fell in sheets. It washed the dirt from the courtyard. Elias was a man of the law. Or so they said. He wore a long coat. It was black. It was stained at the hem. His hands shook. They had not stopped...
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