The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent mist that turned the glass walls of the St. Jude’s Clinic into a blurred watercolor of gray and slate. Inside, the air smelled of antiseptic and cold coffee, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of Mara’s blazer until it became her own odor. She stood by the window, watching the street below where umbrellas bloomed like dark, wet...

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