The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had been falling for three days. It washed the rust from the iron fences and the dust from the windshields of the parked cars. I sat in the driver’s seat of my father’s old truck. The engine ticked as it cooled. My hand rested on the hilt of the sword. It was a practice blade, cold steel, heavy and dull. I had carried it for twenty years. It was not a weapon. It was a weight. It was a...

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