The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent and heavy mist that clung to the skin of the city like a second, suffocating garment, blurring the sharp edges of the skyscrapers into soft, grey ghosts that drifted just out of reach. Margaret sat in the back of the taxi, her hands folded neatly in her lap, fingers intertwined so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old...

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