The Wistful Show
The frost had settled thick on the windows of the Hall. It was a lace of ice, intricate and cold, sealing the room in a silence that felt heavier than the stone walls. Elias stood by the door. He did not move. He watched the snow fall outside. It fell in long, steady sheets, erasing the path behind him. He was a man of the law, though he wore no badge now. Only the stiffness in his shoulders...
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