The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The stone at the northern gate did not just crumble; it sighed. You felt the vibration in your teeth before you saw the dust settle on the cobblestones, a fine, gray powder that smelled of wet earth and old iron. This was the fourth morning in a row. You, Silas, stood with your back to the watchtower, your hands gripping the hilt of your sword until your knuckles turned white. You were...

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