The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was always the same: the Chicago skyline, those jagged teeth of steel and glass, did not stand still. It dissolved. The skyscrapers lost their rigidity, their edges blurring into a soft, chaotic blur that erupted into a flock of starlings, thousands of black bodies swirling in a murmuration that blocked out the sun. I woke with my heart hammering against my ribs, the taste of copper...

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