The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The summons lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and authority. I signed it with a hand that did not tremble, though my stomach had turned to stone the moment I saw the name of the magistrate who had framed my brother-in-law. Outside, the coal smoke of Oakhaven hung low, a gray shroud over the brick row houses, and the hiss of the steam pipes in the walls was the only sound...

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