The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-20 12:39:38 -

The banquet hall of the Blackwood Institute smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a cloying mixture that sat heavy on the tongue. I stood near the fireplace, holding a glass of sherry that had gone warm in my hand, watching the faculty dance. They moved with a practiced grace, their bodies a blur of tweed and silk, but their eyes were distant, fixed on some internal horizon I could not see....

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