The Wistful Show
"You look like a man who has eaten something sour," said Thomas, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. He sat in the high-backed chair that had been his grandfather’s, the leather cracked and flaking like dry mud, the smell of old tobacco and ink settling into the fibers of the upholstery. The air in the study was thick, stagnant, a heavy blanket of silence that pressed...
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