The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain tasted of iron. You knew it before you opened your mouth, the metallic tang spreading across your tongue like a bruise. You stood in the archway of the gate, the stone cold against your back, and watched the mist roll off the valley below. The town of Oakhaven lay hidden beneath a shroud of grey, silent as a held breath. You were the Warden. That was what they called you. The man who...

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