The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in the valley of Ashenmoor did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain woven from the smoke of distant furnaces and the damp breath of the earth. Thomas Vane walked through it with the steady, deliberate pace of a man who had long ago ceased to run. He was a figure of quiet authority, his coat darkened by the mist, his face a map of lines carved by years of listening more than...

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