The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The jar held three ounces of dried valerian root, and I weighed it in my palm as the Magistrate began to speak. The clay was cool, worn smooth by years of handling, and the scent of it was faintly bitter, like old wood and rain. I had carried this jar from the borderlands to Oakhaven, through four seasons of dust and two storms, and now I stood before the tribunal in the town square, the noon...

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