The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-24 16:54:42 -

The ink in the pot was black as a bruise, and Elias counted the drops as they fell, one, two, three, ensuring the line was steady. He was thirty years old, and his hands shook with a fatigue that sleep could not fix, a tremor born of too many nights spent listening to the scratching. It was the sound of a quill dragging across dry parchment, a rhythmic, impatient tapping that came from nowhere...

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