The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The steam hissed, a high, thin shriek that cut through the heavy, sulfurous air of the boiler room, and Elara Vane wiped the soot from her forehead with a rag that was already black with grime. She did not look up at the man standing on the catwalk above her, the man who held the clipboard and the judgment in his hand. She knew what he was looking for. She knew what they were all looking for....

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