The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sandpaper bit into the oak grain with a dry, rasping sound that seemed to scrape the dampness from the air, leaving behind a fine, pale dust that settled on the back of Elias Thorne’s hand as he worked. He was fifty-two years old, and the motion of his elbow, the rhythmic push and pull of the sandpaper across the floorboards of St. Jude’s Municipal Library, had become the only clock he...

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