The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

"The cup is broken," I said. My voice sounded thin in the high vaulted ceiling of the great hall. It was a fact. A simple, dry fact. The porcelain lay in three pieces on the flagstones. A blue glaze, cracked like ice on a winter river. Lord Ashworth did not look up. He sat in his high-backed chair, his hands folded over the hilt of his sword. He was an old man. Time had carved deep lines into...

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