The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The iron gauntlet struck the wood with a dull, resonant thud, sending a shiver through the ancient oak door of the manor. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale beeswax and the metallic tang of fear. Arthur Penhaligon did not flinch. He stood by the hearth, where the fire had long since died to ash, and watched the dust motes dance in the shafts of moonlight that cut through the...

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