The Wistful Show
You stand in the center of the room. The floor is cold. It is marble. It is black. It reflects your boots. You do not move. Your hands hang at your sides. They are stiff. You are a soldier. You have served. You have bled. You are here now. The air is thick. It smells of dust. It smells of old paper. It smells of fear. You look up. The ceiling is high. There are beams. They are heavy wood. They...
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