The Wistful Show
Chapter One The parish registry office hummed with the dry, papery sound of lives being filed away, a low mechanical drone that vibrated in the floorboards and settled in the teeth of everyone who worked there. Beyond the window, the terrace country of the lakeside parish lay stripped and scarred, the earth slid down in long, brown wounds where the wells had failed that summer. I stood in the...
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