The Wistful Skyline

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The bus was late, which meant the waiting room was full of a specific kind of silence, the kind that hummed like a dying fluorescent tube. Elara sat on the plastic chair, her knees pulled up to her chest, her small hands gripping the edge of the seat until the white knuckles matched the sterile white of the walls. She was twelve, old enough to understand the gravity of the adults around her,...

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