The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-19 23:23:24 -

The iron gate groaned in the wind, a sound like a dying breath scraped against the rusted hinges, and I stood before it, my hands bound by the cold, unyielding weight of my own silence, having left behind the only warmth that had ever known the true topography of my soul, for I had made the choice to sever the flesh from the bone, to let the blood flow out into the dry, indifferent earth of the...

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