The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The chisel bit into the plaster with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias Thorne stopped his hand. He looked at the wall. The wall looked back, or seemed to. It expanded, a slow, rhythmic pulse that mimicked a human heartbeat. The dust settled in the air, drifting down in patterns that spelled out his own name. Elias was forty years old. He had spent twenty of those years restoring the Blackwood...

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