The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mist in the vault of Baron Kael’s estate did not smell of rot, as Elias Vane had feared. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. It clung to his skin, cold and heavy, as he stood in the dark, his breath visible in the gray haze. Elias was forty years old, a stonemason with debt-ridden hands and a heart set on a singular, impossible task. He wanted the left hand of his father. The Baron kept it...

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