The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mist did not clear in the Iron Spire; it thickened, a grey wool that suffocated the stone corridors and the men who walked them. Elias Thorne stood at the foot of the dais, his left hand a useless, blackened stump where the Grey Rot had eaten the flesh and bone, and he waited for the order to kill. The prisoner, Kael, knelt in the center of the court, his wrists bound with iron chains that...

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