The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain does not fall so much as it is extracted from the sky, a slow, gray bleeding that soaks into the wool of your coat and chills the marrow of your bones. You stand at the edge of the heath, where the moorland meets the darkening treeline, and you feel the weight of your left hand more than you feel the cold. It is a heavy, dull weight, a stone wrapped in skin. You are a scholar of the...

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