The Wistful Skyline

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The soup was thick, a sludge of turnip and marrow that clung to the roof of Arthur’s mouth like a second skin. He sat in the corner booth of the diner, the vinyl cracked and peeling in the humid air, watching the steam rise in slow, lazy spirals that dissolved before they reached the ceiling. Across the table, his son, Julian, did not eat. Julian stared at the spoon as if it were a foreign...

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