The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The frost came early that year. It settled on the shingles of the white clapboard houses in Harrow Creek like a fine, gray powder. It crept into the cracks of the sidewalk. It bit at the edges of the leaves on the bare oaks. Elias Vane noticed it first in his hands. The skin had grown thin. The veins stood out, blue and knotted. He was not a man who looked at his hands often. He looked at the...

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