The Wistful Skyline

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The ink was black, but the silence in the Mayor’s office was the color of bruised plums. I had been counting the hours since the ledger went missing, twelve in total, and each one felt heavier than the last, settling into the joints of my hands like lead shot. The Mayor, a man whose name I had served for twenty years, did not look at me. He looked at the window behind my chair, where the glass...

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