The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-17 23:06:04 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that blurred the line between the asphalt of the checkpoint and the sky above it. I stood under the tarpaulin, my boots sinking into the mud that had turned the perimeter road into a quagmire, watching the droplets strike the canvas with a rhythmic, hollow thud that sounded suspiciously like the ticking of a clock...

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