The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was always the same, a vertical exhalation of glass that did not breathe air but something heavier, a viscous pulse that synced with the throb of Elias Vance’s temples. He woke in the narrow bed of the mill’s dormitory, the sheets tangled around his legs, the air thick with the scent of rust and stale coal dust. It was November, the wind outside rattling the broken panes of the...

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