The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The carriage wheels groaned against the mud of the King’s Highway, a sound that echoed the deep, tectonic shift of bones settling into their final, rigid alignment. Thomas Ashworth sat in the back, his small hands gripping the velvet upholstery with a white-knuckled ferocity that betrayed the terrified stillness of his face. He was twelve years old, an age where the architecture of the self is...

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