The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles burned low. The tallow smelled of fat and fear. Margaret sat at the head of the oak table. She was old. Her hands were gnarled like the roots of the ash tree outside. She held the bowl. It was clay. It was black. It held the medicine. The hall was full. Men in iron. Women in wool. They ate. They drank. They did not see her. They saw the ghost of the...

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