The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The stone is cold. It is always cold. You press your palm against the lintel of the archway, feeling the damp seep into the skin of your hand. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday. Time has lost its shape here in the Abbey of St. Jude. The walls are high, built by hands long turned to dust, and they do not care if you are hungry. They do not care if you are tired. They stand. They have...

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