The Wistful Show
Act I The border between the living and the dead is not a line, but a thickness. I am Vimala Reddy, a warden of the High Court, and my knees have begun to grind like millstones against the wet slate of the palace grounds. I seek the Wistful Show, a phantom procession that haunts the gates, to prove my worth before my body fails me. The air here smells of peat and old iron, a scent that clings...
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