The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Elias dreamed of the rain. It was not a storm, but a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones slick and black. In the dream, he stood before the gate of the Keep. The iron was rusted, flaking like old skin. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The light inside was blue, cold, and steady. He did not see the man on the other side. He only saw the handle. His hand trembled. He...

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