The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog rolled into the valley of Ashford like a living thing, thick and gray, smelling of wet iron and old ash. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quarry. He was a man built for war, though the war had ended twenty years prior. His shoulders were broad, his hands scarred, his face a map of lines carved by wind and worry. He wore the uniform of the night watch, a coat of heavy wool...

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