The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The explosion did not shake the earth, so much as it unraveled the morning. One moment, I stood in the sterile, humming quiet of the Hall of Preservation, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of pale light that fell from the high, stained-glass windows. The next, the glass shattered, and the air turned to a thick, gray slurry that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. It was the smell of the...

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