The Wistful Skyline

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The brass casing of the pocket watch was cold against my palm, the metal slick with the damp of the harbor air as I tucked it into my coat, feeling the jagged edge of the cracked glass bite into my skin. I did not look back at Oakhaven, or at the grey, churning sky that seemed to press down on the village like a wet wool blanket, for I had learned that looking back only invited the mist to...

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