The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The winter sun hung low and pale over the valley, a bleached coin suspended in the grey ether. It did not warm. It only watched. Below, the snow lay thick and unmoving, a shroud over the fields of black earth. The wind had died hours ago, leaving a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums. In the center of this stillness stood the oak. It was ancient, its bark fissured like...

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