The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had turned the mud on the road into a thick, sucking paste that fought against the soles of my boots with a persistence that felt almost personal. I was walking north, toward the border, carrying a satchel that contained nothing but a folded piece of parchment and a letter of intent that I no longer believed in. My hands were numb, not just from the cold which was beginning to bite...

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