The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ledger in my pocket weighed four ounces and twelve pence, a precise calculation of my debt to Mr. Halloway for the locket that held Martha’s hair. I had worked the night shift for three weeks, my fingers blackened by soot, to secure the loan from the foreman, but the iron in my stomach did not ease with the coins in my hand. Oakhaven in 1893 was a town that breathed steam and exhaled rust,...

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