The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the stone keep, a rhythmic drumming that had not ceased for three days. Sir Elias Thorne sat by the dying fire, his hands wrapped around a cup of wine that had long since gone flat. Across the room, Lady Elara lay upon the chaise, her body rigid, her skin the color of old parchment. Her hand, cold as the iron of the door, tightened on his...

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