The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The Harvest Gala in Oakhaven was a symphony of rot and ribbon, the air thick with the scent of overripe apples and the sweet, cloying perfume of decay that rose from the earth like a breath held too long. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the square, his spine a rigid pillar of exhaustion, watching the lanterns sway above the crowd as if they were the eyes of a thousand indifferent gods. He...

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