The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-21 09:01:54 -

The watch had stopped at four o’clock in the morning, a moment that felt less like a time and more like a wound left open in the fabric of the night. I held it in my palm, the metal cold against the sweat of my hand, the glass face cracked down the center where the hour hand had been frozen, pointing its accusing finger at the void. It was a piece of my father, a heavy, brass-cased thing he had...

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