The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The parchment was heavier than it looked, a slab of cured skin that smelled of iron and old blood. I held it against my chest, feeling the heat of it seep through my wool shirt, a brand that would not fade. I was Silas, forty-two years old, and I carried the law in my bones, but tonight the law was burning a hole in me. I needed to get this pardon to Kael before the dawn bell rang, or the boy...

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