The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it sits, heavy and wet, like a shroud draped over the cobblestones. You feel it before you see it, a dampening of the air that turns the breath into a visible thing, a ghost of your own lungs. For thirty years, you have walked these streets as a warden, keeping order in a city where the shadows have teeth. Your name is Elias, and you are a man made of lies,...

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