The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-20 06:35:50 -

The train cut through the morning mist like a blade through silk, carrying me toward the capital where the air tasted of ozone and old stone. I had served in the field for six years, my body mapped with scars that ached when the pressure dropped, but it was the invisible wounds that truly haunted me. I was a man of the law, a guardian of the state, yet I felt like a ghost drifting through a...

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