The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was not a dream but a blueprint, rendered in the static of a radio signal that had long since stopped broadcasting. Marcus stood in the center of a vast, empty hall, the floorboards groaning under the weight of invisible footsteps. Around him, the walls were peeling, layers of yellowed paint curling away like dead skin, revealing the raw, gray timber beneath. It was the old precinct,...

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