The Wistful Skyline

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The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet iron and crushed lavender, a scent that clung to the back of Enoch’s throat as if he had swallowed a mouthful of the fog that rolled off the black water of the harbor. He was standing in the center of the old textile mill, a place that had been shuttered for forty years, its windows boarded up against the rain, yet here the air was thin...

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