The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hit the windowpane with a rhythmic, heavy insistence. It sounded like applause for a play no one was watching. I sat in the corner of the booth, my back against the cold brick. My hands were shaking. Not from the chill, but from the weight of what I carried in my coat. A photograph. A single, curled piece of paper that held the face of a man who did not exist. Or rather, a man who had...

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