The Wistful Skyline

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The heavy oak door of the cellar creaked, a sound like the groan of a dying beast, and Margaret stood in the shadows, her fingers trembling not from the damp chill of the stone but from the terrible, electric anticipation that thrummed in her chest like a plucked string, for she knew that the bottle of wine she held was not merely wine, but a liquid vessel of memory, of guilt, and of the...

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