The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the shingles of the cottage you had built with your own bleeding hands, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that sounded like the world trying to break in. You sat by the cold hearth, your back against the rough-hewn stone, and you held the fox. It was not a living fox. It was a pelt, stripped and dried, its fur matted and dull, the eyes...

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