The Wistful Skyline

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The ink in the well held seven ounces, and I measured it out with the same care one might use for a dose of morphine. My left hand trembled as I uncapped the pen, the joints swollen and stiff from the cold that had settled into the bones of the factory floor. I was thirty-four years old, and I had spent the last three years trying to keep a bridge from collapsing, both in the blueprints and in...

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