The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, treacherous mirrors, reflecting the gaslight in distorted, trembling halos that seemed to reach up and claw at the windows of the Magistrate’s office. I stood there, my boots heavy with mud and the weight of years I could no longer carry, staring at the double doors...

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