The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hits the tin roof like a fist. You are wet. You are cold. The mud sticks to your boots, heavy and black. You are sitting in the back of a wagon. The wagon is still. The air smells of wet wool and iron. Your hands are bound. They are thick ropes. They bite into your wrists. You do not look at your hands. You look at the floor. The wood is dark. It is slick. You count the planks. One....

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