The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The wind has a taste here. It is iron and rot, a flavor that coats the back of your throat and refuses to leave. You are walking. You have always been walking, or so it seems now, since the moment you decided that the cage was made of glass and the bird was you. But the bird is not you. The bird is the thing you left behind, the thing that sings with a voice like cracked porcelain, a voice that...

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