The Wistful Skyline

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The fog does not lift. It simply thickens, pressing against the windowpanes of the small house on the edge of the town like a living thing that has forgotten how to breathe. You are twelve, or perhaps thirteen, though time has become a slippery currency in this place, spent and spent until your pockets are empty. You sit at the kitchen table, the wood scarred by the ghosts of meals long gone,...

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