The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain slicked the cobblestones of Blackwood Manor’s courtyard into a mirror of grey, reflecting the jagged teeth of the broken gutters. I stood there, my hands trembling so violently that the deed in my grip crinkled like dried leaves. The paper was thin, brittle, proof of forty years of neglect and two decades of my own stubborn refusal to let go. In my pocket, the bank’s rejection letter...

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