The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fire took the barn before dawn. It ate the hay in a single, hungry breath, turning the winter’s storage into a column of black smoke that pierced the grey sky like a spear. I stood in the mud, my boots sinking, watching the timber groan and snap. The heat pushed against my face, a physical wall. I did not feel fear. I felt a strange, cold clarity. My partner, Elias, was gone. Not dead. Just...

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