The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The frost had not yet settled into the bones of the earth, but the air already tasted of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood beneath the gnarled, skeletal arms of the ancient yew tree that crowned the center of the square, its dark leaves shimmering with a dew that was not water but something far more viscous and alive, a slow, creeping sap that...

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