The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink on the quill was black, but it moved like blood, thick and reluctant, dragging across the vellum with a sound that was less scratching than tearing. Elias, whose hands were cracked and bleeding from the cold, did not look up from the parchment as the King’s guard stepped into the light of the high chamber. The room smelled of tallow and old stone, the air so still it seemed to hold its...

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