The Wistful Show
Act I Henryk Wojcik, thirty-two, a border warden in the mist-shrouded Vale of Aethel, wanted the Wistful Show. I wanted it to prove my loyalty to the High Council and secure my pension, a sum that would keep the family from the charity lines that stretched like grey ribbons outside the factory gates. The Council suspected my bloodline of treason, a prejudice as old as the stone walls of the...
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