The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The velvet cloak hung on the iron hook by the door, its deep crimson color faded to the dullness of dried blood, and in your hands you held a spool of thread so fine it seemed to vanish against the dark fabric. The thread was black, of course, the only color that matched the grief you had carried since Margaret died, a grief that had settled into your bones like the damp of this mill. You had...

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