The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The porcelain bell in my hands was cracked, a jagged fissure running from its lip to its base, yet it hummed with a low, resonant frequency that I could feel vibrating in the marrow of my bones. It was a heavy thing, cold and dense, and I held it against my chest as I paced the length of the Blackwood Ironworks floor, the sound of the machinery a constant, grinding roar that seemed to swallow...

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