The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain on the pavement is not water. It is ink. It falls in thick, viscous sheets that pool in the gutters with a sound like wet paper tearing. You are standing under the awning of the old clock shop, your hands tucked deep into the pockets of your trench coat, watching the black fluid seep into the cracks of the cobblestones. Your knees ache. They have always ached, ever since you first...

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