The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mist hung low. It clung to the cobblestones. It soaked into the wool of Elara’s cloak. She stood alone. The village slept. Breath was visible. Cold was a physical weight. She was the Keeper. A title with no power. A role with no end. The Council had assigned her. They had chosen her years ago. They saw the spark in her eyes. They saw the hunger in her soul. They needed a vessel. A conduit...

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