The Wistful Skyline
We arrived at the gate of the Ashworth Industrial Complex just as the rain began to fall in long, gray sheets that blurred the distinction between the wet cobblestones and the iron fences, a journey that had taken three days by rail and carriage, during which I had not spoken but only watched the landscape dissolve into a blur of green and brown while the rhythmic clatter of the wheels served...
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