The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Thomas woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The sky was not a sky. It was a sheet of hammered pewter, stretched tight over a void that hummed with the low, subsonic thrum of a machine left running. He stood in a room that smelled of ozone and wet wool. The floor was black slate. The walls were glass, but they did not reflect him. They showed the outside, which was a city of brass spires...

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