The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The hall was bright. Too bright. Light bled from the walls. It hummed. A low, electric thrum. It vibrated in the teeth. Miles stood in the center. He held the box. It was cold. Ice-cold. The air smelled of ozone. And old blood. Around him, the guests moved. They were blurred. Shapes in grey coats. They did not speak. They watched. Their eyes were empty. Miles felt the weight of the box. It was...

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