The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, grey curtain that pressed against the high windows of the Keep. Inside, the air smelled of wet stone and old iron. Sir Aldric stood by the hearth. His hands were clasped behind his back. They were still. They had always been still. He was the Keeper of the Gate. He wore the black mail of the Order. The metal was cold against his skin. It did not...

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