The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink did not dry; it sank into the skin of Caelen’s forearms like a bruise that refused to heal, a permanent, dark star map charting the lineage of his error. He stood in the antechamber of the High Council, a space so vast and hollow that the silence there had a physical weight, pressing against his eardrums until they rang with a high, sustained note. The air smelled of ozone and old dust,...

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