The Wistful Skyline

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The ink is wet, Thomas, and the page is wrong. Master Aldous did not look up from his ledger. He did not look at me. He looked at the air above my shoulder, where the shadow of his head hung detached from the rest of his silhouette, stretching long across the parchment. The light in the archive was thin and gray, the kind that comes through the high, narrow windows only when the clouds are...

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