The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

I woke from a dream that tasted of rust and cold iron, the afterimage of a vast, windowless hall still burned into the back of my eyelids. It was a building of impossible geometry, a cathedral of concrete and rebar where the air itself seemed to hold its breath, thick with the dust of centuries that had not yet passed. I was seven years old, or perhaps older, though time had become a slippery,...

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