The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in this city does not fall so much as it is pressed against the glass by the weight of the sky, a relentless, gray static that blurs the edges of the world until the platform, the tracks, and the distant, indifferent spires of the city merge into a single, breathing smear of slate and iron. I stood there, forty-two years old and hollowed out by a grief that had calcified into something...

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