The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rejection letter lay on my desk, the paper so thin I could see the grain of the wood beneath it, a pale, flimsy thing that felt less like a document and more like a shroud. I read it twice, the ink blurring slightly as the cold draft from the window crept up my spine, settling in the hollow of my chest where the ache for Clara had been living for three days. The Deputy Director, a man named...

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