The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood in the center of the circle. The stones were wet. They were cold. I wore the grey cloak. It was heavy. The weight was a good thing. It kept me grounded. "Is she here?" I asked. The figure in the black hood did not move. "Margaret," the voice said. It was low. It was rough like bark. "You are here." I nodded. "Come in." I stepped forward. The air...

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