The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

You are alone on the ridge. The wind cuts through your wool coat, a cold, thin needle stitching the air to your skin. You do not shiver. You are too busy watching the mist. It rolls down from the peaks, not like water, but like a slow, grey breath. You have been here for three days. Your boots are heavy with mud and old blood. Your hand aches where the sword hilt has rubbed the callus raw. The...

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