The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hovered, a cold, persistent mist that soaked into the stone walls of Blackwood Keep and settled in the marrow of the men who guarded it. Sir Aldric stood in the courtyard, the rusted plate of his armor chafing against the damp wool of his gambeson, his eyes fixed on the shapeless heap in the mud where the peasant boy lay dead. Draped over the...

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