The Wistful Show
Could a man trade his soul for a signature? Dimitar Petrovic, forty-two, woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the dream of shattering glass still vibrating in his teeth. He was a scholar of folklore, a translator for the palace, and his tenure depended on proving the "Wistful Show" was not magic, but mechanics. The drizzle had fallen for ten days, the kind of physical weight that soaked...
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