The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-19 17:06:39 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windowpane of the holding cell. I sat on the cold steel bench, my boots polished to a dull shine, my uniform pressed until the fabric seemed to hold its own breath. Outside, the city of New Avalon churned in a perpetual state of static, a neon-drenched purgatory where the sky was always the color of a bruise and...

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