The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mist clings to the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a shroud. You are here. You are always here. You search. The fog is thick. It tastes of salt and old iron. You hold the scarf. It is blue. Faded blue. It is the only solid thing in this shifting, breathless world. You wrap it around your neck. The wool is rough. It chafes. You do not care. You need the friction. You need the proof. You are...

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