The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The mortar crumbled first, a dry hiss of dust that sounded like a bone snapping in the quiet of the cellar, and then the stone itself gave way, collapsing the eastern wall of the granary in a sudden, violent shower of rubble that buried the last of the winter grain under a grey shroud of ruin. I stood in the doorway, my hands still raised in a futile gesture of defense, watching the dust settle...

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