The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mud at the river crossing was thick and cold, sucking at your boots with a wet, heavy sound. You were Elias Thorne, King’s Ranger, and you had a job to do: get Elara to the capital. She was sixteen, pale as milk, and she walked behind you with her head down, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned white. The forest on either side of the road was not silent. It never was. The trees...

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