The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

I had counted the stitches in the hem of my tunic forty-seven times before I walked into the throne room. The wool was coarse, a scratchy thing that chafed the skin of my wrists, but I kept my hands in my pockets. The air in the hall was cold, a damp chill that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. I wanted Mara to live. I wanted to stop counting the hours she spent coughing into a...

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