The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the iron gates of the Ashworth estate and turned the manicured lawns into a mire of mud and dead leaves. I stood in the shadow of the portico, my hand resting on the cold brass of the gate latch, feeling the weight of the iron ring through my fingers, a weight that seemed to anchor me to the earth even as the wind...

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