The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The parchment was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of iron filings and dried sage. Sir Kaelen held it in his left hand, the wax seal of the Crown cracking under his thumbnail. It was a simple order, written in the cramped, urgent script of the Chancellor: *Shatter the Hall. Execute the Warden’s duty.* The ink was still wet. He had not slept in two days, and the weight of the hammer in his...

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