The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The jar shattered on the cobblestones. It was a thick glass vessel, green and clouded with age. It did not break quietly. It exploded. A constellation of shards sprayed across the wet pavement of the alley. The scent of it was immediate and violent. Honey. Dark, heavy, rotting honey. It smelled of summer that had turned sick. Julian stood still. He was twelve, but he felt old. The rain in the...

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