The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The bell rang. It was not a chime. It was a crack in the sky. You stood in the mud. The rain was thick. It tasted of iron. You held your shield. The wood was wet. It was heavy. It was yours. Your brother’s name was carved on the back. Thomas. He had died for this place. He had died for this wall. The crowd gathered. They wore gray. They wore fear. They whispered. The whisper was a wind. It cut...

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