The Wistful Skyline

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The glass jar sat on the stone floor, cracking along a hairline fracture that ran from the lid to the base. Inside, a thick, amber paste swirled slowly, defying gravity. It was the only thing in the room that moved. Elias sat in the corner, his back against the cold wall, watching it. The room was high-ceilinged, vaulted in stone, smelling of old dust and something sharper, like ozone before a...

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