The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-22 11:36:35 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick mirrors, reflecting the gaslight in trembling, fractured golds. I sat in the back of the carriage, my hands resting on my lap, feeling the vibration of the wheels through the wool of my coat. The driver, a heavy-set man named Silas, did not speak. He rarely did. We had...

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