The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain fell in a steady, grey sheet, turning the cobblestones of the alley into a mirror that reflected nothing but Elias’s own grimy reflection. He stood alone, the wet weight of his cloak dragging against his shoulders, the fabric dark with age and the invisible stains of twenty years. He was forty, though the hollows under his eyes suggested a man who had lived twice as long, and he waited...

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