The Wistful Skyline

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The kitchen smelled of burnt sugar and old dust, a scent that seemed to cling to the walls like a second skin, thick and inescapable. I stood before the counter, my hands trembling slightly as I attempted to fold the letter for the third time, the crease in the paper already softening under the weight of my hesitation. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpanes in a rhythmic, frantic...

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