The Wistful Show
The road ends. It does not fade. It stops. You stand in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through your coat. You feel the weight of the iron. It is heavy. It is warm. It is yours. You are not a hero. You are a thief. You stole the bread. You stole the coat. You stole the life. You are running. Your legs burn. The forest is dark. The trees are teeth. They chew on the light. You stop. There is...
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