The Wistful Skyline

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The fog rolled in from the sea like a living thing, thick and gray and smelling of brine and old stone, erasing the horizon until the world consisted only of the tower and the cold wind that whistled through the cracks in the mortar. I stood on the highest balcony, my fingers white-knuckled around the iron railing, watching the mist swallow the lower villages whole. It was a strange kind of...

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