The Wistful Skyline

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The fog did not roll into the city of Oakhaven so much as it rose from the soot-stained cobblestones, a thick, gray breath that smelled of wet ash and the metallic tang of old pennies, and it was in this suffocating embrace that Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, humming pressure that lived in the marrow of his bones. He...

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