The Wistful Skyline

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The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Aurelia smelled of roasted pheasant, stale perfume, and the metallic tang of impending violence. You stood by the window, your back pressed against the cold glass, watching the gas lamps flicker in the fog outside. In your right hand, you held a single, withered rose, its petals black and brittle, the stem stripped of all thorns by your own anxious fingers....

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