The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink was wet. It sat in the hollow of Elias Thorne’s palm, a dark, viscous smear that smelled of iron and old paper, and for a moment he simply held it there, feeling the weight of it press against his skin, a heavy, cold coin that did not belong to any currency he recognized. He was forty-two years old, an archivist for the City Municipal Library, a position that paid twelve dollars an hour...

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