The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the market square into a slick, black mirror where the sky seemed to crash into the earth. I stood at the edge of the old clock tower, my boots sinking into the mud, watching the water ripple against the stone base. It was a building I had known since I was a boy, a structure of rough-hewn granite...

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