The Wistful Skyline

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You are holding it too tightly, Arthur. The brass is cold, but your fingers are not. The dream had the same weight as the ledger in your lap, a heavy, metallic density that pressed against your knuckles. In the dream, the chronometer did not tick; it oozed, the brass softening like tallow under a heat lamp, the glass face bulging until it popped with a wet, silent snap. You woke in the blue...

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