The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The train was a beast of iron and steam, churning through the gray wetness of the November morning, and I held the tin box in my lap as if it were a living child that might cry out if I looked at it too long. The box was dented at the corner, the brass hinges black with age, but inside lay the last of the honeycomb, wrapped in wax paper that had turned the color of old teeth. It was not just...

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