The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell on the city of Aethelgard like a shroud of grey silk, heavy and unending. It slicked the cobblestones until they shimmered with a cold, wet light, reflecting the tall, narrow spires that pierced the low-hanging clouds. In the center of this wet, ancient square stood a fountain. It was not merely stone and water. It was a mirror. A living, breathing, terrible mirror. Captain Elias...

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