The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in the city did not fall; it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the wool of my coat and the glass of the windows, turning the world into a watercolor of grey and bruised purple. I had been walking for three hours, my shoes soaking through with a cold that settled deep in the marrow, but I did not stop. To stop was to think, and to think was to invite the memory of Elias back into...

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