The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron, wrapping around the gaunt shoulders of the wanderer who walked the edge of the heath with the steady, grinding rhythm of a machine that had forgotten how to stop but could not quite manage the task of moving forward, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to his skin...

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