The Wistful Skyline

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The ink on the ledger page had begun to smell of wet earth and rotting lilies, a scent that had no business existing in the dry, dust-choked air of the Imperial Archive. You counted the hours by the angle of the afternoon light, watching it slice across the mahogany desk in a blade of amber, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air like tiny, suspended ghosts. You were...

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