The Wistful Skyline

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The mortar is cold, a grey paste that resists the trowel, and you scrape it from the bricks with a force that makes your knuckles white and your shoulders ache in a dull, persistent rhythm that matches the fog rolling in from the river. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you are building a wall that will not hold, just as you are trying to hold together a life that is slipping through...

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