The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the fiber optics of the city and the wool of Margot’s coat. She stood on the precipice of the penthouse terrace, the wind tearing at the hem of her dress, a garment of deep indigo silk that had once been the most exquisite piece of her wardrobe, now frayed at the seams by the friction of her survival....

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