The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The brass telescope sits on the desk. It is heavy. You hold it with both hands. The metal is cold. It bites into your palms. You are alone in the room. The air is stale. It smells of dust and old paper. Outside, the factory whistles blow. The sound is sharp. It cuts the evening air. You look at the instrument. It is a fine piece of work. The lenses are clear. The focus wheel moves with a...

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