The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The wind did not blow. It pushed. It was a physical force, a wall of invisible pressure that strained against the fabric of the world. Caelum stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the ash-gray soil. The sky above was a bruised purple, swollen and silent. There were no stars. Only the hum. A low, resonant frequency that vibrated in the marrow of his bones. It was the sound...

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