The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in our apartment did not wash the windows clean; it merely added a new, wet layer to the grime, and it was through this slick, distorted glass that I first saw the skyline breathing. I am nineteen, a junior archivist at the City Hall, a position that pays barely enough for rent and certainly not enough for the oxygen tanks that Clara’s lungs now require. She sleeps in the next room,...

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