The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in Alderford did not wash things clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of filth that reflected the low, bruised sky. You stood at the corner of Sorrow Lane, your cloak heavy with water, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen better centuries. The sword was old. The wood of the hilt was worn smooth, polished by generations of...

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