The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-17 14:50:00 -

The wool of your father’s coat hangs heavy on the hook, a dark, matted thing that smells of stale tobacco and the damp earth of the valley we left behind three days ago, and as you stand in the doorway of the inn, watching the carriage wheels grind against the cobblestones, you realize that the garment is no longer a shield but a shackle, a physical manifestation of the authority that crushed...

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