The Wistful Skyline

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The bell rang, a sound like a cracked bone snapping in the dry air, and Elias dropped the hammer. It clattered against the anvil, the iron ringing out with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in his teeth, in the hollows of his cheeks, in the marrow of his spine. He did not look up. He could not look up. The shop was a box of shadows, four walls of rough-hewn stone that smelled of charcoal,...

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