The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The gate was not a door. It was a fracture in the air, a jagged seam of violet light that hummed with a low, tectonic thrum. I stood before it in the gray dust of the old quarry, my hands bound by chains that felt less like iron and more like frozen water. They were cold to the bone. They were always cold. The Warden stood on the other side. He did not look at me. He looked at the sky, or...

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