The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The copper still hissed, a thin, high-pitched wail that cut through the damp chill of the cellar. I held the condenser coil in my left hand, the metal burning against my palm, feeling the heat seep into the bone. It was a pain I knew well, a familiar ache that spoke of labor and life. Outside, the rain lashed against the shingles of the distillery, a rhythmic drumming that masked the silence...

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