The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the skin of the city, turning the neon signs of the downtown district into bleeding watercolors on the wet asphalt. I stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, my hand resting on the grip of my sidearm, my knuckles white against the damp leather, watching the glass doors of the bank shudder under the force of the wind....

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