The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The square was a sea of light, the lanterns strung from the old clock tower to the mill’s jagged silhouette, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to breathe. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my twelve-year-old hands shoved deep into the pockets of my threadbare coat, watching the adults laugh and drink, their voices rising in a chorus of false cheer. I wanted the gold coin, the one that...

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