The Wistful Show
Act I Ahmed Desta was a border warden with a rusted key in his pocket and a debt that could not be paid, standing at the gate of the Shifting Vale where the mist rolled in like wet wool. I remember the weight of the iron, cold against my thigh, and the way the fog swallowed the path behind me, erasing the ridge where the Imperial Surveyors were already setting up their theodolites. My father...
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