The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The air in the Atrium tasted of ozone and stale perfume, a thick, cloying mixture that seemed to coat the back of your throat before you could even draw a full breath. You stood at the edge of the grand staircase, your hands clasped tightly behind your back, fingers interlaced so firmly that the knuckles turned the color of old bone. Above you, the ceiling was a dome of fractured light, a...

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