The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The bell tolled. It was a low, iron sound. It hung in the air. It did not fade. It stayed. The fog outside was thick. It pressed against the glass. It did not break. Elias stood still. His hands were at his sides. They were stiff. They were cold. He looked at the tree. It was through the window. It was an oak. It was old. It was there. It had always been there. It would always be there. Elias...

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