The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The city did not sleep; it merely changed its breath. It held its lungs full of neon and exhaust, a gray tide that lapped against the ankles of the stone streets. Margaret stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, her hand pressed flat against the brick wall. The masonry was cold, damp with a rain that had started hours ago and refused to end. She was waiting for Thomas. He was late. He was always...

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