The Wistful Skyline

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The train hissed, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to strip the color from the platform. Elias stood with his bag in one hand, the other pressed flat against the cold steel of the carriage door. He was leaving. Not running, he told himself, though his pulse hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against his ribs, a bird trapped in a cage of bone. He was simply moving on. The air in the...

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