The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-20 17:52:19 -

The brass key sat in the palm of my hand, heavy and cold, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning locks that no longer mattered. It was a small thing, unremarkable except for the way the light caught the metal, a tiny, persistent reflection of a world I had left behind to survive. I held it against my chest, feeling the faint, rhythmic thud of my own heart against the cool surface, a...

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