The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hits the gravel like a handful of thrown stones, each drop a small, cold accusation against your soaked coat. You stand before the gate of the crumbling estate, the iron bars slick and dark, your hands white-knuckled around the leather strap of your bag. Inside that bag is the only thing that matters now: the deed to the land your father left you, or so you were told. You are...

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