The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

"You’re dead, Silas." The voice came from the mist. It was not a ghost’s voice. It was the voice of a man who had been soaked in rain for three days. Silas did not turn. He stood on the ridge of the Blackwood, his boots sinking into the cold, wet earth. The mud sucked at his heels. He felt the pull. It was a heavy, physical weight. "Turn around," the voice said. Silas turned. A man stood ten...

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