The Wistful Skyline

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The dust in the archive room does not settle; it hangs in the shafts of afternoon light like suspended time, a fine gray snow that coats the shoulders of your coat and the spines of the leather-bound volumes. You are alone. The air is thick with the scent of decaying paper and the cold, metallic taste of old iron, a smell that has become so familiar to you over the past three months that it...

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