The Wistful Skyline
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the suburban streets into a mirror of the overcast sky, and within the dampened silence of the house, the air felt thick with the kind of heavy, static charge that precedes a storm, a charge that seemed to emanate not from the clouds above but from the very walls of the residence, which were lined with shelves of...
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