The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hit the cobblestones like a drumroll. Elias struck the first match. It sputtered and died. He struck a second. It flared, a brief orange eye, then went black. His hands shook. Not from cold. From hunger. The kind that hollows the bones. He was a detective. Or he had been. Now he was just a man with a notebook and a missing wife. Martha was gone. Three days. No note. No bag packed. Just...

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