The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was not dark, but it was cold, a sterile white void that hummed with the frequency of a failing capacitor. In it, Elias stood in a room that had no walls, only a horizon line where the floor met the infinite nothing. He was twelve years old again, wearing his oversized flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal wrists thin as birch branches. He was holding a canary. The bird was...

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