The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the windows of the bunker into blurred, weeping mirrors. I sat in the corner of the concrete room, my back pressed against the cold, damp wall, listening to the rhythmic drip of a leaking pipe somewhere in the ventilation shaft. It was a metronome for our descent. Across the room, Marcus sat at the small steel table,...

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