The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-18 04:21:30 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the air in the high tower of the Palace of Whispers into a substance thick as wool and cold as grave water. I stood at the narrow window, my back to the room, watching the drop-lights of the city below blur into a smear of amber and rust, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against my spine like a physical...

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