The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The door did not knock. It exhaled. Elias stood in the antechamber. The air tasted of dust and old velvet. He waited. His hands hung at his sides. They were red. Not with blood. With ink. Or perhaps just the cold. The cold that lived in the bones of the building. The building was a palace of paper and glass. A temple to procedure. He had come to surrender. Not his life. His body. Specifically,...

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