The Wistful Show
Chapter One In the old country, a man’s worth was often measured by the silence he could keep around a debt, and Eoin Kilbride had kept his for eleven years, ever since the landlord’s men had taken the tavern license and left him with nothing but the glass and the ghost. He woke in the nursery-turned-storage, the air heavy with linseed oil and damp wool, to find the dream still clinging to his...
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