The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The glass was cold against Elias Thorne’s cheek, a sharp, biting chill that cut through the feverish heat of the dream. In the reflection, the face that stared back was not his own; it was Clara’s, blurred by weeping and the gray pallor of the fever that had taken her three years prior, her mouth open in a silent scream that seemed to vibrate in the air of the ancestral hallway. He woke with a...

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