The Wistful Skyline
The stone did not fall; it dissolved, a slow exhalation of grey dust that swallowed the horizon before the sun could rise, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the inside of my skull. I stood at the edge of the crumbling bastion, my boots sinking into the ash that had once been the mortar of our civilization, and I watched as the last of the great...
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