The Wistful Show

added blog Literature

2026-08-24 16:15:25 -

The Wistful Show

The name was shouted from the yard, a sharp bark that cut through the morning mist, and Eamon turned in his saddle as if the sound had struck him physically. "Sir Eamon! The ledger is ready." It was Thomas, his squire, young and eager, though the boy’s hands shook as he held the reins of the second horse. Eamon nodded, a single motion that carried the weight of forty years of service. He was...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews