The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream started with the sound of breaking glass. I was in the house. The old manor. Stone walls. Cold air. I knew every crack in the floor. I knew every shadow in the hall. I was the keeper. The Wise One. I watched the walls breathe. They did not breathe. They held. They held everything in. My wife, Elara, stood by the window. She was beautiful. She was fading. Her hand touched the glass....

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