The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The gala was a disaster of light. Crystals. Glass. Shattered. I stood by the window. The air was thick. Heavy. Perfume and sweat. We were celebrating. The Meridian Institute. My last night. They called it a farewell. I called it a purge. The room buzzed. Voices. Laughs. Sharp. Bright. I watched the ice in the drinks. Melting. Dissolving. Just like the truth. Or so I thought. My name is Elias...

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