The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ice cracked. It happened with a sound like a bone snapping in the dark. Margaret stood on the frozen surface of the lake, her boots slipping on the brittle sheet. Below her, the water was black and absolute. Above, the sky was a bruise of purple and grey, heavy with unshed snow. She was not supposed to be here. The house behind her, the large Victorian structure that had held their family...

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