The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The count was always three. Three sacks of barley, three hours of labor in the mill, three stitches in the hem of Elara’s nightgown. Elias kept the tally in his head, a rhythmic drumbeat that matched the slow, arrhythmic thumping he felt in his own chest every time he looked at her. She was wasting away, her skin translucent over the sharp architecture of her ribs, and the village healer had...

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