The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mist in the highlands did not lift; it simply thickened, swallowing the stone walls of St. Jude’s Fortress until they were no more than gray ghosts against a gray sky. I pressed my back against the cold masonry, feeling the vibration of the fortress in my teeth, a low hum that the locals called the breath of the dead but which I knew to be something far more mechanical and hungry. My name...

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