The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The frost on the windowpane had formed a lattice of ice so intricate it resembled the map of a river delta, or perhaps the veins of a leaf preserved in amber. Thomas stood before it, his breath fogging the glass, watching the pattern dissolve and reform. He was a man of few words, his silence a fortress as sturdy as the stone walls of the manor that had housed his family for three generations....

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