The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in the West Loop did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that blurred the neon signs of the dive bars and the steel ribs of the elevated train tracks above. Elias Thorne stood in the alley, his collar turned up against the chill, his fingers white-knuckled around a crumpled envelope. He was forty years old, though the last five had aged him a decade, and he held the envelope...

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