The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The parchment was damp, the ink smeared where the wick of the tallow candle had dripped onto the seal, but the words were clear enough to cut the air in the small, smoke-thickened room. You held the writ in your left hand, the paper rough and gritty against the calluses of a man who spent his days hauling rope and checking fence lines, while your right hand rested on the iron bell that sat on...

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