The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

"You missed it again, son." The voice is dry. Like gravel in a tin can. You look up from the map. The ink is smudged. Your fingers are stained. You are not a cartographer. You are a soldier. Or maybe a cop. It is hard to tell in this gray city. The buildings stretch up. They have no tops. The sky is a bruise. "Who is 'it', Sergeant?" you ask. " The clock. It is always running. You are always...

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