The Wistful Show
He woke with the taste of copper and wet earth on his tongue, the dream still clinging to him like a damp wool coat that refused to dry. In the sleep, he had been a badger, digging with frantic, blind purpose into the dark soil of a city that breathed around him, his paws bleeding, his heart a drumbeat in the hollow of the earth, trying to bury something that was already gone, or perhaps...
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