The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the streets of this unnamed coastal city into rivers of slate and mud. I stood before the window, watching the water streak the glass, blurring the world outside into a smear of charcoal and bone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of fear. My hands trembled, not from...

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