The Wistful Skyline
I have been holding this piece of glass in my hand for three days and I cannot seem to put it down even though it is cutting into the flesh of my palm so deeply that the blood has dried into a dark, stiff ring around the sharp edge and I am terrified of what I will see if I finally let it slip from my grip and shatter against the floor of this room that does not exist in any map of the world I...
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