The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ledger page was damp, the ink bleeding slightly into the heavy cream paper, and Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were a live bird. He stood in the private garden of the Chancellor, the ancient stone borders of the path cutting a rigid line through the overgrown hollyhocks. The stones were unyielding, their surfaces worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, yet...

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