The Wistful Skyline

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The gravel under your boots crunched like broken teeth as you left the town behind. You were heading north, toward the ridge where the signal tower stood, a jagged scar against the pale, indifferent sky. The air was thin here, tasting of iron and old rain. You carried your notebook, the leather cover worn smooth by years of use, and the heavy, brass key that opened the door to the archive. You...

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