The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The grain is gone, Silas. Elara’s voice was thin, stripped of its usual herbalist’s rustle, and it cut through the damp chill of the command tent where I sat staring at the empty sacks. I looked up, my eyes adjusting to the grey light filtering through the canvas, and saw her standing by the fire, her hands wrapped around a clay cup that had long since gone cold. We were in the highlands of old...

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