The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fire in the great hearth of the Hall of Whispers did not burn with wood, but with the solidified grief of a thousand forgotten oaths, crackling and spitting embers that tasted of copper and old blood on the tongue. I stood at the edge of the feast, my armor clinking softly with every shallow breath I took, the steel cold against my sweat-drenched skin, while the lords of the Silver Court...

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