The Wistful Show
The fog rolls in from the sea, thick as wool and grey as the old pennies in your pocket, clinging to the rusted iron of the pier where you stand alone with the weight of the world on your shoulders and the taste of copper in your mouth. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, a man whose bones ache with the damp cold of the industrial twilight, a time when the smokestacks of the city breathe out black...
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