The Wistful Skyline

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The wool was heavy, damp with the condensation of the cellar where it had hung for three days, and Marcus held it up against the grey light of the workshop window, feeling the coarse fibers bite into his palms. It was a cloak, or rather, the remnants of one, stitched from scraps of indigo and charcoal that matched the color of the sky just before a storm breaks over the town of Oakhaven. Marcus...

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