The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky broke open on the third day, not with rain, but with a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against our eardrums. We were walking through the Blackfen, a stretch of moorland that smelled of wet wool and old bone, and the air had turned the color of bruised plums. My brother, Thomas, walked ahead of me, his back hunched against a wind that seemed to blow from nowhere...

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