The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

You dream of the tick. It is not a sound but a pressure behind the eyes, a rhythmic thud that matches the beating of a heart you do not possess. In the dream, the Great Hall clock is not brass and wood but a living thing, its gears grinding against the walls of your skull, whispering her name. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, the air in the workshop thick with the smell of...

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