The Wistful Show
The petition is on the desk, Captain. You do not pick it up. You stand in the mirrored antechamber of the Palace of Winds, the air thick with the scent of polished wax and old stone, and you watch the Grand Duke’s shadow lengthen across the floor as the afternoon sun dips below the horizon. The glass walls around you are not merely reflective; they are the Wistful Show, a spectral anomaly that...
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