The Wistful Skyline

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The fog in the mill district does not lift. It settles. It presses against the windowpanes of the orphanage like a damp, grey woolen blanket, muffling the sounds of the world outside. You stand at the glass, watching the steam rise from the vents below. It is a thick, white ribbon that tangles with the mist, indistinguishable from it. You know what it is. You have always known. It is the breath...

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