The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The coat was still damp from the rain that had fallen three hours ago, but it felt dry now, brittle as old parchment, as if the moisture had evaporated from the fibers themselves, leaving behind a skeleton of thread and memory. Elias Thorne held it up against the grey light of the workshop window, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of what it represented....

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