The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. Silence followed. Then the dust. Thomas Whitmore sat in the center of the room. He was small. He was still. His robes were white. They were stained with gray. The walls were stone. The air was thick. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. He looked at his hands. They shook. He held them on his knees. He forced them still. "You are late," he...

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