The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog did not roll in; it was already there, a thick, gray wall that smelled of wet iron and old stone. Elias Thorne stood before the Mirror-Path, his boots sinking into mud that felt less like earth and more like memory. He was forty-two, a wandering bard who had sung in taverns from London to Lyon, yet he carried no instrument, only a leather satchel heavy with the weight of his own name....

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