The Wistful Skyline

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of St. Jude’s Hospital, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the marrow of Elara’s bones as she stood in the doorway of Room 404, watching Thomas sleep. He was thirty-two, the same age as her, yet the hollows beneath his cheekbones spoke of a man who had lived a century in the span of a single...

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