The Wistful Skyline

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The rain does not fall here; it rises, a cold, grey mist that climbs the walls of the station and settles into the pores of your skin like a second, heavier coat. You stand in the center of the platform, the one that stretches out into a fog so thick it erases the horizon, and you wait for the train that runs on a schedule no longer bound by the sun or the moon, but by the ticking of the clocks...

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