The Wistful Skyline

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The fog in Harrowgate did not lift; it condensed, a heavy, grey wool that smothered the cobblestones and swallowed the gas lamps one by one until the town was a void, a silent mouth waiting to be filled. I stood at the edge of the pier, my coat buttoned to the throat, watching the water churn against the pilings, a rhythmic, mechanical grinding that sounded suspiciously like the intake of a...

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