The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Elias Thorne held the wool coat in his hands, the fabric heavy and damp against his palms, and watched as a black stain spread across the white cotton of his shirt like ink dropped into clear water. The liquid was not sweat, nor was it blood, though it smelled of both, carrying the metallic tang of old copper and the dry, dusty scent of forgotten libraries. He stood in the center of the...

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