The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The train to Blackwood shook like a dying beast, its iron ribs groaning against the tracks as I clutched my satchel to my chest, feeling the weight of the dried root bundle inside it press against my ribs. I was forty years old, but in the warped glass of the carriage window, my face looked older, the lines around my mouth deepening with every mile we covered toward the industrial heart of the...

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