The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in the city of Ostrava did not fall; it hung, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and the slow, chemical decay of coal dust, and young Elias stood at the edge of the Great Glass, that impossible vertical cliff that defied the gravity of the world below, staring into the abyss with a hunger that felt less like a need for water and more like a void in his chest that could...

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