The Wistful Skyline

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wax, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes like a secret too heavy to keep. Elias stood at the edge of the room, his hand resting on the small of his back, where the pain lived. It was not a sharp pain, but a dull, grinding ache, as if a stone had been placed inside his spine and slowly crushed. He had carried this stone for twenty years, ever...

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