The Wistful Skyline
The eviction notice lay on the wet stone step, its edges curling inward as if trying to hide the date, and Elias Vane stood in the rain, reading the words *Forfeiture of Title* until the ink blurred into a gray smear that matched the sky above. He was thirty years old, an architect who had spent the last five years drawing other men’s houses while his own crumbled, and the letter was signed by...
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