The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fire roared. It ate the oak. It ate the pine. It ate the very air. In the center of the great hall, the King sat. He was old. His beard was white. His eyes were dark. He held a cup of wine. He did not drink. He watched the flames. Around him, the court laughed. They danced. They sang. The music was loud. It shook the stones. It shook the dust. In the shadows, a boy stood. His name was...

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