The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The needle of the barometer was trembling against the glass, a small, frantic bird trapped in a cage of mercury and wood, and I was watching it while Warden Ashworth watched me. The room smelled of damp wool and the sharp, acrid bite of coal smoke that had seeped in through the cracks of the window frame. I was thirty-two years old, and I had not slept in four days, not because I could not, but...

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