The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it seemed to have seeped into the very marrow of the house, turning the ancient oak floorboards into soft, yielding sponges that whispered underfoot like the secrets of the dead. I stood in the center of the grand hall, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the cold dampness creep up my wrists, a sensation that mirrored the hollow, aching void in...

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