The Wistful Show
The Wistful Show began, as so many things do in London, with a rainstorm that refused to decide whether it was weeping or merely misting. Edmund Ashworth-Cross stood at the window of his Mayfair townhouse, watching the gas lamps bleed their amber halos into the wet pavement, and wondered at what precise moment his life had become a performance for an audience of one. It was the third...
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