The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

I woke to the sound of shattering glass, a sound so sharp it cut through the heavy, industrial fog that had settled over the valley. It was not a window breaking, but something larger, something crystalline and vast. In my dream, the sky above the mill was made of glass, a perfect, fragile dome that held back the rain. I watched as a single, invisible hammer struck the apex, and the heavens...

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