The Wistful Skyline

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The glass shard in my hand was cold, colder than the air in the atrium, and it cut into my palm with a precision that felt almost surgical. I was forty-two years old, sitting on a bench of cracked marble in the center of the old St. Jude’s Asylum, holding a piece of the central dome that had fallen three days ago. Outside, the wind howled against the remaining panes, a sound like tearing cloth,...

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