The Wistful Skyline

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The train did not arrive at a station so much as it dissolved into a fog that smelled of ozone and old pennies, a sensory assault that made Gerald’s stomach lurch in a rhythm that felt less like nausea and more like the aftershock of a profound, spiritual fracture. He stepped onto the platform, which was not made of concrete or wood, but of a translucent, vibrating material that hummed against...

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