The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fire roared. It ate the oak beams. It swallowed the smoke. We stood in the hall. The air was thick. It tasted of ash. It tasted of fear. The candles flickered. Then they died. One by one. The darkness rushed in. It was a living thing. It had teeth. It had claws. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged the pane. Outside, the storm raged. The rain lashed the stone. The...

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