The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of Elias Thorne’s cottage like a living, breathing thing. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried sage and old paper, a perfume that seemed to have seeped into the very wood of the floorboards over the last forty years. Elias sat in his high-backed chair, his hands resting on his knees,...

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