The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The feast in the square was a blur of roasted goose and cheap wine, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and unwashed bodies. You are Elias, forty-two, a bard whose lute is more a prop than a instrument, and you are not there to eat or drink. You are there to count the seconds until the solstice moon rises, for you must cross the river to reach your father, who lies dying in the cottage on...

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