The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

You are standing in the shadow of the great oak, and the bark is rough under your fingertips, a texture like old parchment, like the skin of your mother’s hands before the swelling took them. The tree is eternal. It has been here longer than the stone walls of the Guild, longer than the ink that binds the contracts, longer than the breath in your own lungs. It does not move. It does not plead....

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