The Wistful Skyline

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Act I The plateau wind stripped the leaves from the sycamores before the sun had fully cleared the ridge, a dry, scouring sound that moved through the market town like a rumor of bad debt. The ferry line, usually a steady drumbeat of diesel and labor, had gone quiet after the last shift ended, leaving the docks empty and the air heavy with the smell of cold iron and wet mud. Rafael Delgado...

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