The Wistful Show
Act I Celeste Mouton remembered the weight of the pen before the weight of the guilt. She stood in the office of the Mayor, a room that smelled of old paper and the damp earth seeping up through the floorboards, and looked at the document before her. It was a confession, written in an ink that moved like oil on water. The Mayor, a man named Thibodeaux whose hands were stained a permanent...
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