The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain does not fall so much as it persists, a fine, gray mist that soaks into the wool of your coat and settles in the marrow of your bones, blurring the edges of the city until the streetlamps look like infected sores in the fog. You are standing in the kitchen of a house that has been empty for three days, yet the air smells faintly of lavender and old paper, a scent that clings to the...

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