The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The frostbite claimed the tip of my right ear before the cold took the rest of me. It happened in the silo, a concrete cylinder rising out of the flat, gray fields of the Midwest, where the wind howled like a wounded animal against the corrugated metal siding. I was not there to fight, though my hands, calloused and scarred from decades of gripping a sword hilt, still remembered the geometry of...

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