The Wistful Skyline

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The gavel struck the mahogany block with the finality of a bone breaking. I stood in the center of the gallery, the heat of the room pressing against my skin like a damp wool blanket. The air smelled of floor wax and old paper, a scent that had permeated the fibers of my soul over forty years of service. I was the Secretary to the Magistrate, a title that sounded dignified but felt like a...

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