The Wistful Skyline

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The porcelain mirror lay in your hands, cold and heavy as a wet stone, its surface cracked in a spiderweb that caught the grey light of the station’s linoleum floor. You, Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and three days from a mandatory retirement you had earned with a bad knee and a bad lung, held the shard up to the window, watching the fog outside press against the glass like a living thing...

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