The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain does not fall. It strikes. It hits the tin roof of the outpost with the weight of hammer blows, a relentless, rhythmic percussion that drowns out the wind. You are sitting in the dark. The only light comes from the single tallow candle burning low on the table. Its flame is a trembling yellow eye, watching you. You are a constable. You are a man of the law in a world where the law is a...

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