The Wistful Skyline

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The morning the sky turned the color of a bruised plum, Elara Vane did not look up, but rather down, into the soot-stained heart of her workshop where the air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar, a thick, cloying atmosphere that seemed to press against her temples with the weight of unseen hands, forcing her to remain hunched over the workbench as though the very act of looking...

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