The Wistful Skyline
He stood at the edge of the city as dusk dissolved into something deeper than night, something closer to forgetting. The skyline before him was a jagged jaw of glass and steel, each window a small pale tooth gnawing at the dark. From this distance—this deliberate distance—he could pretend it was beautiful. He could pretend he had not spent the better part of his life trying...
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