The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The glass did not shatter with a crash but with a long, high-pitched keen that seemed to tear the fabric of the afternoon air, and I stood there in the mud of the village square holding the jagged edge of my own reflection, watching the pieces of the old town hall’s great clock face scatter across the cobblestones like the teeth of a dead god. I am a man who has been running for so many years...

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