The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The frost had settled thick on the barley stumps of the north field, a white silence that hid the rot spreading through our grain stores. I am Elias, thirty-two, the warden of Oram, and I have spent the last three months sleeping in the cold watchtower to keep the silver-foxes from eating what little we have left. The village is starving, and the council has given me one week to secure the...

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