The Wistful Skyline

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The iron breastplate I wore had been forged in the same furnace that had once melted the bells of Saint Clement’s, a fact that I had learned only after I had already fastened the buckles around my waist, the metal cold against my skin in a way that felt less like protection and more like a burial shroud, heavy with the weight of centuries and the specific, unyielding gravity of our poverty. I...

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