The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hit the slate roof of the Blackwood Ironworks in a relentless, hissing sheet, turning the yard into a mirror of grey steel and mud. I stood there, thirty-four years old, my knuckles white around the hilt of my belt, watching the water drip from the brim of my cap. Three months. Three months since Thomas died, and the company still held his final week’s pay like a hostage. I wanted the...

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