The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The road to Ashford was wet with rain that had turned the dust into clay. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. They dragged. The leather was cracked. It smelled of old smoke and sweat. He carried a pack. It was low on his back. The strap bit into his shoulder. He did not adjust it. Pain was a constant. It was a friend. Elias was a man of few words. He had been a baker in the city before the war....

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