The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The moon-bloom did not smell of flowers. It smelled of wet iron and old graves, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the Whispering Pines, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the strap of his leather satchel. Inside lay the tinctures he had spent three years distilling, the very work that had kept Mara alive, yet it was this forbidden...

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