The Wistful Skyline
The ink smudges on the page where my hand trembled, a dark stain that looks suspiciously like a bruise, and I am writing this down because I must record the precise moment the geometry of our ambition fractured, though I suspect the truth is far less elegant than the diagrams I have drawn in the margins of this ledger. I am Arthur Vane, twenty years old, junior engineer, and I am recording the...
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