The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash on his tongue and the heat of a fire that had not yet started pressing against his eyelids. He lay in the narrow cot of his quarters, the sheets damp with the sweat of a recurring dream where shelves of paper curled into black skeletons, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old glue. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked at his left hand. The skin...

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