The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Silas Vane stood in the antechamber of the Pale King, his hand white-knuckled on the hilt of his broadsword, waiting for the traitor to arrive. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and rotting leaves, a perfume that clung to the stone walls of the throne room. He had served twenty years under the banner of the Crown, rising from a commoner’s son to the Captain’s right hand, and now he...

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