The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The coin was heavy in his palm. Brass. Worn smooth by the thumbs of men dead three centuries. It sat there, a small, cold sun, reflecting the grey light of the valley. Elara did not look at him. She looked at the map. The parchment was brittle. The ink faded. But the lines were clear. We are close, she said. Her voice was dry. Like leaves underfoot. He nodded. He did not speak. He could not....

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