The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain against the windowpane of the observation deck is not a sound, you realize, but a texture, a wet, grey fur that clings to the glass and obscures the city below into a smear of amber and slate, and you sit there in the heavy silence of your dress blues, the fabric stiff against your shoulders, feeling the weight of the brass buttons like small, cold stones buried in your chest, while...

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