The Wistful Skyline

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In the dream, the sky was not a dome of blue or grey but a vast, tattered hem of velvet, fraying at the edges where it met the earth, and Eleanor stood before it wearing a coat that had once been black but was now the color of old ash, the fabric so thin and worn that the wind from the industrial valley did not brush against it but passed through it, chilling the bones beneath. She knew, with...

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