The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The air in the cellar was thick. It tasted of damp stone and old dust. We had been here for three days. My hands were shaking. I could not stop them. "Look at it," said Father. His voice was low. A rasp of dry leaves. "Do you see the light?" I looked. The candle on the table flickered. It threw long shadows against the walls. The shadows moved like living things. I saw my own reflection in the...

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