The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of iron and wet slate, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the heavy oak door of the Municipal Water Authority. "You can’t keep doing this, Elias," said Julian Vane, his voice low and rough, like gravel shifting in a stream. Julian stood to his left, a ghost of a man in a charcoal suit that hung too...

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