The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The feast hall of Highspire was not merely a room but a cavernous throat of stone, swallowing the light of a thousand tallow candles until it glowed with a sickly, amber hum that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the heavy, iron-banded silence of the court, where the air grew thick and cloying, saturated with the scent of roasting boar, stale ale, and the metallic, cold tang of the sword that hung...

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