The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a gray veil stitched tightly against the windowpane of the house you have lived in for thirty years, a house that smells of damp wool and old paper. You stand by the hearth, the fire long dead, the coals black and indifferent. Your hands, once steady enough to bind the finest leather into a shape that could hold a world, now tremble with a fine,...

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