The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Chapter One "You're bleeding again, boy. Get in the saddle." Mohammad Naderi wiped the blood from his nose with the back of a hand that smelled of iron and wet wool. The light in the stable was low, gray, filtering through the slats of the roof where the shingles had rotted away. He looked at the stallion, a dark bay named Rostam, whose left hind leg moved with a subtle, grinding hesitation....

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