The Wistful Skyline
"You look like a man who has forgotten the sound of his own heartbeat, Silas," the Magistrate said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the heavy oak of the desk, a sound like tectonic plates shifting beneath the floorboards of this sterile, mahogany-clad chamber where the air was so still it felt less like atmosphere and more like a preserved specimen of time itself. I did...
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