The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ledger in the Guild Master’s office was thick as a man’s thigh, its pages heavy with the weight of forty years of ink and the smell of dried blood that no amount of lavender oil could scrub from the parchment. Elias stood before the desk, his boots caked in the red clay of the road, and watched the clerk count the coins on the table, one by one, with the slow, deliberate patience of a man...

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