The Wistful Skyline

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The fever had settled into my bones like wet ash, a heavy, grey sediment that no amount of shivering could dislodge, and I found myself walking along the ridge line where the world ended and the glass began. The air here did not smell of pine or damp earth, but of ozone and something older, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat, reminding me of blood I had never drawn. I was not...

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