The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, wet curtain drawn tight against the leaded windows of the infirmary, blurring the cobblestones of the square into a smear of mud and shadow. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool, boiled linseed oil, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase from the floorboards. Thomas sat in the corner, his back...

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