The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, grey vapor that seeped into the bones of the old mill town of Oakhaven, coating the cobblestones in a slick, iridescent film that reflected the dying light of the gas lamps with a distorted, watery clarity. I sat in my office, the wood-paneled room that smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, watching the droplets race down...

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