The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of mud and gravel, slick with the rain that had not stopped for three days. Elias walked with a limp, his boots heavy, his spine bent under the weight of a loom frame that he carried not for trade, but for penance. He was forty, a man of silence and thread, and his left forearm bore a mark that pulsed with a cold, metallic light. It was the shape of a clasp,...

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