The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-18 03:31:12 -

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet iron and coal dust. We were three miles out of the city, walking along the old railway bed that had been abandoned since the war. The tracks were gone, pulled up for scrap, leaving only the gray ballast stones to mark the path. It was a gray, industrial twilight, the kind that settles over a place like a heavy blanket. I was holding a duffel...

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