The Wistful Skyline

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The silver clasp was not in your hand when you woke, but the weight of it was still pressed into your palm, a cold, jagged indentation that throbbed in time with your pulse. You sat up, the sheets tangling around your ankles, and stared at the empty space above the pillow where the dream had just dissolved, leaving behind the metallic taste of old blood and the smell of lavender water that your...

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