The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The iron gate of the Blackwood Sanctuary did not lock, yet it had not opened for a hundred years. It stood at the end of a gravel path that wound through a forest of ancient oaks, their branches woven so tightly above that the light falling into the clearing was a pale, sickly gray, like old bone. Elias Thorne sat on a stone bench, his back straight, his hands resting on his knees. He was a man...

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