The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink did not bleed. It pooled. I watched the black liquid swell on the parchment, a dark tear spreading across the ledger page where the harvest figures should have been. It was a shape, unmistakable and cruel. It was my father’s face, frozen in the act of speaking, mouth open in a silent accusation. I set the quill down. My hand was steady, but my heart hammered against my ribs like a...

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