The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the air inside the municipal archive smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the slow decay of paper. You sat in the corner of the basement, a room that felt less like a building and more like the inside of a held breath, waiting for the door to open. The fluorescent lights above hummed with a low, electric dissatisfaction, casting a pale, jaundiced...

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