The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, tearing sound, pulling at the leather of his gaiters as he leaned over the boy. The rain had stopped, but the air remained thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool and iron. Elias’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, the brass guard cold against his palm, his knuckles white from the effort of keeping the blade sheathed. The smuggler, a youth...

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