The Wistful Skyline

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Act I The air in the telegraph office tasted of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of Concetta Costa’s throat as she held the wrist of Marco, the dockworker, against the brass rail. The room was a hive of low-level panic, the hum of the telegraph keys clicking out a rhythm that felt less like communication and more like a countdown, each click a small, sharp tooth...

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