The Wistful Show
The dust of the King’s Road coats your throat as you ride into Oakhaven, the wind whipping your cloak against the saddle like a shroud, and you feel the weight of the stolen ledger in your pack, a phantom burden that pulls at your spine even though the book itself is not yet in your hands. You are Elias, a constable of the Crown, forty years old with a face carved by hard service and a heart...
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