The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The tuning fork bit into the stone, and the vibration traveled up my wrist, a jagged line of pain that stopped at the elbow. I held it there, gripping the handle until my knuckles turned white against the cold iron, listening. The Hum was not a sound so much as a pressure, a low-frequency thrum that sat in the base of my skull and made my teeth ache. It was the voice of the Rot, the slow decay...

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