The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

I woke with the taste of iron and stale lye on my tongue, the dream of the open road already dissolving into the gray, damp reality of the dormitory. The air in the room was thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, sour tang of unwashed bodies, a scent that had become as much a part of my skin as the calluses on my hands. I sat up, the straw mattress springs creaking beneath me like old...

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