The Wistful Skyline
The rain hits the windshield with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence. You are driving. The wipers beat against the glass, clearing a small, temporary rectangle of visibility before the water rushes back in, blurring the world into gray smears. Your hands are steady on the wheel. They are always steady. This is the first thing they teach you at the Academy, the thing that separates the...
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