The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and black under the sodium lights, but the air still held the chill of the storm. Elias Thorne stood on the porch of the sheriff’s station, watching the great oak tree in the center of the square, its roots having cracked the pavement into a jagged, starburst pattern that looked less like damage and more like a slow, inevitable break. He was...

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