The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

"Clear the line." I held the rifle low. The wood was cold. The air was thick with the smell of coal dust and wet wool. "Sir," said young Miller. His voice cracked. "The perimeter is secure. The glass is shattered." I looked at the window. It was a long, vertical pane of industrial plate. It had been there for a century. It had seen the rise of the steam engine. It had seen the fall of empires....

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