The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The letter from the Magistrate sat on my desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rain. It was a short thing, three lines of dense, angry script, demanding an explanation for the third consecutive year of failed harvests. I did not sign it. I folded it into a small, tight square and slipped it into my pocket, where it felt like a stone. Outside, the mist pressed against the windows of the...

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