The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ferryman dropped the rope, and Ursula Wagner stepped onto the muddy bank, her boots sinking into the wet earth. She held the willow branch tight against her chest; it weighed nothing, yet it felt like a bone pulled from her own arm. "You are late," the old warden, Herr Mueller, called out from the shadow of the workshop loft. He was sitting by the hidden press, his hands stained with ink...

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