The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and wet wool. I stood in the center of the room. My hands were bare. The air was cold. I was cold. I was the only one here. The walls sweated. The floorboards creaked under my weight. I waited. I always wait. Waiting is my trade. Waiting is my curse. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a finder. I find what is lost. I find what is hidden. I find the truth. Or so I...

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