The Wistful Show
The rain in the city of Oakhaven does not wash things clean. It only makes the grime slick, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of black water that reflect the gaslight in trembling, fractured lines. You stand at the threshold of the Magistrate’s Hall, your boots heavy with the mud of the lower districts, your cloak dripping onto the polished marble floor. You are a Seeker, a title that...
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