The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The key is in your hand. It is heavy. Cold. You stand before the door of the manor. The wood is dark oak. It has been polished until it shines. You remember the day it was varnished. Your father’s hands, stained with amber. The smell of citrus and turpentine. He is waiting inside. You do not knock. You know he is there. You have always known. The house hums with his presence. A low vibration. A...

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