The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mist clung to the stone. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. I stood at the edge of the drop. The river churned below. Black. Silent. A sound broke the air. A cry. Not a word. A howl. I turned. He was there. Sir Thomas. My shield-brother. My friend. He held the blade high. The steel caught the pale moonlight. It gleamed. A cold star. "Stay back," he said. His voice was steady. I knew that...

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