The Wistful Skyline

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The ink did not dry; it bled. Elias Thorne stood before the glass, watching the black pigment seep into the grain of the oak doorframe. It was not a stain in the conventional sense. It was a wound. The liquid moved with a slow, viscous intent, branching out like capillaries or the roots of a dead tree, consuming the wood’s warmth. He had not touched it. He had not spilled it. Yet there it was,...

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