The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-18 16:42:24 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Enoch’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He stood in the narrow, windowless corridor of the old municipal building, the stone walls sweating with dampness that smelled of wet slate and forgotten time. His left hand rested on the small of his back, where the holster of his service...

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