The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink is wet. You know this because you can smell the iron tang of the blood mixed with the gall. It dries slowly on the parchment, a black stain that spreads like a bruise on the pale skin of the page. You sit in the center of the room, the old tavern hall, your back against the heavy oak of the bar. The air is thick with the scent of stale ale and woodsmoke. Outside, the rain drums against...

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