The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The jar sits on the counter, a squat cylinder of glass filled with a substance that pulses like a living heart. It is not red, not blue, but a shifting, opalescent grey, thick as cream and cold as river stone. You have been holding it for three days. It smells of ozone and burnt sugar, a scent that clings to the back of your throat and refuses to let go. Outside the window of the apothecary,...

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