The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood estate, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to echo the frantic beating of Eleanor’s heart. She stood before the full-length mirror in her dressing room, the glass fogged slightly by the humidity of the storm outside, and watched her own reflection with a detached, clinical horror. She was wearing the gown. It was a thing of midnight...

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