The Wistful Skyline
The collapse of the east wall happened not with a roar but with a sigh, a long, shuddering exhalation of dust and timber that swallowed the morning light and left the air thick with the taste of wet plaster and old, forgotten years. Elias Thorne stood in the center of what had been his workshop, now a ruin of broken beams and scattered glass, and watched the grey dust settle over the remnants...
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