The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The theodolite was heavy, its brass casing cold against Elias Thorne’s palms as he checked the leveling screws for the ninth time. Nine hours since the sun had dipped below the Blackwood Ridge, and the temperature had dropped until the breath in his lungs tasted of iron and frost. He was counting the minutes, or rather, the vibrations in the ground, because the wind had started to sing a low,...

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