The Wistful Show
The rain lashed against the stained glass of the St. Jude’s Orphanage library, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of gray and slate. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the bones of every child who had ever walked these hallowed, silent halls. Arthur, seven years old and small for his age, sat cross-legged on the cold...
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