The Wistful Skyline

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The train did not stop at the terminus of the city but rather seemed to dissolve into the gray, soot-stained mist that hung low over the industrial district, a suffocating shroud that smelled of wet coal and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that Eleanor had come to associate with the specific, crushing weight of her own confinement. She sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, her...

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