The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The tines of the lute bit into the calluses on Elias’s fingers, a sharp, metallic pain that cut through the warmth of the hall. He stood at the edge of the carpet, his boots slick with the mud of the courtyard, while the court of King Aldric feasted on roasted boar and spiced wine. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of unwashed bodies, a humid heat that clung to the stone walls and the...

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