The Wistful Show
The eviction notice was pinned to the door with a rusted nail that had bitten into the wood, the paper yellowed and brittle, smelling of damp cellar and old fear. Elias Thorne did not take it down immediately; he stood in the narrow hallway of his cottage, his hand resting on the cold iron of the banister, feeling the tremor in his own fingers that had nothing to do with the November chill...
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