The Wistful Skyline

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October 14, 1924. The ink in my right hand has begun to bleed, not onto the page, but into the very fiber of my skin, a visceral corruption that mirrors the slow, creeping decay of the parchment I am tasked to preserve. I woke this morning with the taste of iron and old varnish on my tongue, the phantom sensation of the dream where the letters of the Head Librarian’s marginalia unspooled like...

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