The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Do you know what it feels like to hold a truth that is already crumbling in your hands? Act I The paste was cold, the color of bruised plums, and it smelled of burnt sugar and old blood. I applied it to the cracks in my knuckles, to the skin over my temples, to the places where the Imperial Guard’s uniform had rubbed the flesh raw during the long march from the terraced highlands. The air in...

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